The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-07-04

tensely interested in the deep purple sky which
4 reflected its the snow-cad valley
beneath.
For wonder cocky Smith sober Lit
tie known of him save that Smith was not his true
name, tho Familiarity known as "cocky," sobrauet
derived from the fact that ms eyes became .ti+;
crossed which advanced with his ntoxlcaton
sober looking at him would tnlnk oi
approaching with any other title than that OF Mr.
Tonight his straight and singulary MID
stataion knew what he mad peen; al
that was that he then the company
stage that he had come from distant
mining where he had. presumably, KILLED his man
The last was and Mr. Smith ruled by
right the five men detailed by the
staalon olocKnouse Vi
Valley
In their own peculiar ways all the were fond OF
.cocky' and so master when he was half
intoxicated his usual condition. hated and feared nm whe
ferocous by deeper potations and re-
plain mental superiority While ne was
sober.
Once in two days the passed the station going
west and often came the freight with It's
dozen Of mules the TALL eaaer s"e
winding into the valley entrance with long
that presaged the sweep OF the
railroad which has since followed.
something like sigh. Cocky went to corner and
immense log Of pine threw it onto the fiery bed
opened and lighting the single lamp that was
ceiling disappeared into the room pehno
bar
The station master was uncommon mood Once
in his ROOM log apartment with single bunk
built against of the wall his air of depres-
sion grew with rapidly Seating
himself rough bed he gazed out OF the
small time then fumbling thru box which he
drew into the field of the dim light pulled old
paper wrapped photograph of woman-a young
woman: gr in fact well dressed well
+ha Ghost of an nretouched dmple and sweetness
of chin that would attracted
the glance Of the most casual observer
quarter of hour Cocly looked hungr11y
on the portrait in the
the paper dectness of who knew where to
find that for which was looking.
Five hundred dollars reward for information
of the whereabouts William Lewis of Greene, s.
Chenango county, York. The above will be
paid on receipt OF satisfactory evidence given to
sheriff of Chenango county or to Messrs
Blythe & attorneys, Greene, New York
The paper bore date five years old
The mood had held Mr.. Smith in thral for an
changed ice changes on hot stove The
he flung paper closed it, and kicking it be-
opened the door to the bar just as the men
from the and bloc<house entered the room
There were greetings The entered silently al
most doggedystamping the from their heavy burlap
and ngng their rough buffalo coats as
they met the warm air OF the par hheS 'oo ~ ~,
the roaring and sank into the state OF dull
apathy when they have become
tiated with the companionshp of tose among whom they
are thrown waiting for word or event to arouse
his individuality.
hind the bar single demijohn and turned it
upside Not drop not an atom OF moisture rewarded
mo stage smith," said Sixty as he gazed
Im afraid not; nor freight Sixty the slow
gniress answer replaced the shelf
"Ter us story, somebody" broke in Feathers, the
blacksmith tribute to his red beard
logged if it amt hard enough to be showed in an
frozen out ticker without bein' cussed with dumb
sassety Say, I'm most dead
they in France-an there's no cold tea
agn freight comm.
II amt got no yarns that Individual with
mar southern accent
truth them fer change was the quick re-
tort sally raised laugh and caused shuffng OF
feet.
"In you what, boys interrupted the blacksmith
good playfer change, this here game
o. truth--ony you don't play it right!
LAS how, them" auered Bishop
"yVhy We pile hands, know he explained, directly
ignoring Sixty addressing the Others IAN the bottom
pulls puts the top an we keeps dom it til
that's the bottom haster swear
by his defunct an the Bible
lest as they court knowthat he'll tell the truth
question asked matter how deep CUTS the
loser treat Now, I'll to gosh III tell ths
truth an perhaps Wen find out if Sixty
Jail thief Mr.. futile nsinera ted"
..rm bowed eff I'm Altered! don't reckon any on Us
is futile always ready for the simplest enter
tainment or the foohardy adventure. will yo,
come in on it, Smith? There amt nothin better II
sight
Smith who had listening to the coarse badfnage
folly Of children but to the
prise group laid his hand the bar with tn
only th.s IS to he above ensd bays III