The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-11-28
s HANK JIM" TOLD IT
nY oRACE A. BLANCHARD.

(Copyrirht. 1s04, by Daily Story Pup- fishing Col
 .Tank. Jim. as they called him' nad been driving A hack in Southern ATT. uona for fifteen years, and when T. LOOK my seat beside him he knew wanteo Information or entertainment. put " were ten miles on our journey peio's he even opened his lips.
 It was a relief to me when ne nnany turned towards me, and asked Wne.nes I had ever been over the road before' If you haven't" said he' Just 'aAe sQuint at that cabin.
 As we drew near the structure op- served 1t closely. Rather out Of pro- portion, should say, for log capin' In fact, 1t is entirely too high.
 "That's> 1t, that's 1t. Why, l nave pointed out that cabin to men with eyes, and yet, when 1t came to notic- ing anything unusual about It, they were blind as bats, and to them irs just q pile of logs; but you see things. I'll tell you now that when we round the hill and look back, like as not, you'll see a mighty different looking building standing on that spot. some see just the cabin, as l said peioro' but you'll see more. l can't explain II and don't try. Of course know 2 mirage belongs to the desert' put reckon this one strayed and couldn't find the way back. This countrys near enough like desert to deceive mirage anyhow.
 "As you say, that cabin Is too high, but have seen it when 1t was low. so low that a man would have to crawl to get into it."
 You knew 1t then in its infancy. Nice climate to grow such tall cab ins."
 See here, mister, I have my own little jokes sometimes, and if there's any fun in a thing I'm not likely to lose sight of it. But the going down of that cabin ain't a funny story. If you're inclined to hear and not butt in"
 'T'li promise; go on with the story"
 'The owner of the cabin (and build CT. tool came out from the East, and landed here in Arizona to make his fortune. and he was in an all-fired hur- ry about it. Back there in Gods coun- try he had left a piece of dry goods that he thought was worth slaving for Gle wasn't married, more's the pity. knew, for I took letters back and forth. Whenever he got one of them little violet scented letters he was the happiest man alive. and wrote heI about three before he got another. Ii he was expecting one, he walked five miles down the road to meet me. She had corralled him all right, and no mis- take. This was 0 rough country, and saw he didn't fit in very well; but he took off his gloves and went tc work. He learned to use the shove and pick like the rest of us, and Il wasn't long before things were coming his way. He kept saving his pile ant it did grow amazingly. Then he begar to improve his cabin, like he was get ting ready for company. But just ther I noticed that them little violet scent ed letters were getting few and fal between: but he wrote just the same Finally none came for weeks. and ther one day I brought him another. H' read it whilesI waited; then as usual he rode with me to the mines.
 Somehow his face looked pinchet and white. I said to him, Bad new! from home. MT. Lupton?' He knew meant 1t kind, for I had showed my hand. Yes he said slowly, and it'' rather hard on me- It seemed like h, caught his breath before he added She wants her freedom
 She does, does she? We'll, sh' would get it, and quick I was riled A woman that wants to go ain't wortl holding I saw wasn't easing tn, pain much, so I shut up. She mus have dealt him 8 bum hand, for nt matter what the trump was he couldn' play. He took to roaming round an, didn't work much, and began setting up the drinks. I thought then it wal all up with him. He lost interest 1T the cabin, and drank lot more thar was good for him.
 "One day as I was starting on thi! trip he took the seat beside me, ant said to him, Mir. Lupton, you don seem to have much use for your cabin