Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1903-01-29
CHARPTER vi (Continued.)

oil Bobby Silvey. He was a cooper an
lived in that little frame over back o.
the lodge buildin'. By jemminy He
was the hairiest human bein' | ever set
eyes on. Used to wear his shirt bosom
open winter an summer; an his breast
was hairier n buffalo robe. An hon
est min! His face looked like the face
o one O them white French poodles-
like Miss Dolly has. His whiskers grow
ed clean up to his for'ead an his eye
brows was so bushy he had to comb
EN-. Some people said hey was 80
long he had to curl EN- 20 keep EN-
out of his eyes | guess that was
stretchin' it little, though
But | was gOin' to tell you the story
they used to tell on him. He was a
great hand to play the fddle an fer
seyerl years was the leader o. the Re-
publican Glee club here One rainy
night-jest such another as this--in
the fall o 'eighty-four, the Glee club
went to a political meetin' out to Fox
town. They got treated to ginger cakes
an cider-ol' Bobby said afterward the
cider was so hard he had to break 1t
with a hammer-an' the oil Teller an
his fiddle come home purity well ros-
sumed.
well, he didn't git home till late
Of course; an he dropped asleep soon
as his head hit the piller. But long
in the after part O. the night, he woke
up so dry he thought he'd swalered
good-sized strip o. the SALARY Desert.
Out o bed he tumbed an made a
break fer the kitchen, to git drink o.
water After he'd drunk bout a gallon
o water, he thought he'd jest take
peep out o doors, to see if the weather
had cleared off. But bein' kind O. be-
fuddled with the cider, an havin' got
up in a hurry, he'd got sort o. turned
round; an Wen he went to hunt fer
the outside door, he got hold o. the one
leadin into the pantry. The next min
ute his OF woman heerd him scream
in:
"Git up, nanny! Fer the good
Lords sake git up an come out here!
The end o the worlds come at last!
It's blacker n stack o black cats out
side-an' smells all cheesy!'
His OF woman had time gittin'
him quieted an back to bed; an Of
Bobby never heard the last O. that joke
to his dyin' day."
AS Tucker finished he glanced toward
the door Two young men had just en-
tered and were sauntering toward the
rear of the room.
cts Airy Chandler an Morris Nc
Devitt-ol' Hugh's son." Jep whispered
to Ralph.
"Ts thera eonotbirp am 10 &c..
you gentlemen" Marlowe asked as he
arose and advanced to meet them.
NO; we just came in to get ac-
quainted," answered the red-headed
young man laughing jerklnglv. Sam
Clark sent u.s. He'll be in himself in
a few minutes You remember me, Of
course; | was In here the day after
you arrived. My names Chandler"
Il remember you, Mr.. Chandler"
Ralph replied suavely. "And this Is
--"
Morris McDevitt, the junior partner
in the McDevitt store-McDevitt and
Son, you know. Hello, Jep."
Marlowe shook hands with both and
gave them seats by the fire.
McDevitt was a light-complexioned
thickset young man of twenty-six, with
heavy jowls, and light-blue, restless
eyes. A dropping blonde mustache half
hid his narrow, sensitive mouth, but
accumulated his weak, retreating chin.
His features we're expressive of moodl-
ness and taciturnity.
Barely had a desultory conversation
sprung up, ere Clark arrlved-follow-
ed almost Immediately by Lon Crider.
The latter was as wel-fed, his cheeks
were as rosy, and his black mustache
was as symmetrlcally waxed and twist
ed, as when Marlowe had met him up
on the train. His clothes we're care
fully brushed, his linen was spOtless:
and the ever-present carnation was in
his bottonhole.
lie shOOt hands all around greeting
each individual with a personal re-
mark, musical chuckle-and a tender
Of a cigar. Then os n fitting finale TO
the whole, he Familiarity slapped Ralph
upon the shoulder, excaIming:
How are you anyhow, old man? I'm
beastly glad TO find you here-thought
maybe I'd hear you'd FLEW de coup.
You've been cleaning mp things, too. !
ny graz. you We EDi everything sum |
ing like a silver doorplate You're
hot number, Marlowe, my boy. But
where's the old doc? Don't say he's !
ont in the country. now. and won't be |
back tonight. You'll break my heart"
That's just what ! must say. If ! !
tell the truth" Ralph answered re- !
sumlng his seat and pointing Crlder to
vacant chair
Then I'd just as we'll spend an hour
casing to you fellows before return !
10 the hotel to write mp my orders. You |
must want some goods this time. don't /
you, Marlowe? The old man ha7 held !
me off the last two or three trips. ! !
don't know what's the matter"
I'VE need some goods" Ralph an
swered But you'll have to see Br |
Barwood."
'All right I'll catch him for an or ]
Ter this time. If It takes a week Of my |
.hree-thousand-a-year time to do H."
The conversation became general
Cflder. Clark, and Tucker WED with |
nna auothar az IN uhO cOuld talk tho |