Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-09-23


this-a-way al o'clock It won't be because
his bunk-mates hain't done no work over
him. and then. four OF us packing the all-in
Pup. and the rest falling in behind. we
made for the back room Of Lew Patterns
place.
Mexican Massage.
First, the Pup was stripped and tenderly
stretched out on a poncho on the floor OF
Lewis back room. Then we formed a
bucket brigade and passed along ice-coid
water from a deep spring about a hundred
yards from Lewis. while Tim Mallon douse3
the Pup with II. '''r-"
After Tim had thrown about dozen
buckets of spring water upon him the Pup
began to wriggle on the poneho and sat
up. As he sat up Tim skunk around be-
hind him and put a bottle Of hartshorh
beneath his nose. The pup gave a Navajo
whoop and stood up straight by swayins
like a Colorado aspen in cyclone.
Then from behind three or four,-of Us
with buckets full OF water threw them on
the Harry Pup all at once. and he gradually
became clear enough to be able to see out
of his eyes and TO beg to get Il heap ruby
around the neckband.
This pleased Tim and Joe so much that
each OF them picked up a long barrel stave
and began to give the pup Mexican mas
sage-you could have heard those slap
sticks a-working half mile away.
The Pup started to cuss thickiy and
more or less unintelligibly. but he was
improving right along, and he WAS able
to stand up straigh;er each minute. Then
Tim back-heeled him, threw him the
poncho. pried his teeth open and poured
into him powerful dose OF spirits of am
monia in water that one OF US had got n
the drug store on the advice OF the drug
gist.
Then Joe Tanner sat on the Pup, while
Tim uckled the bottoms OF the Harvard
boys feet with a straw for about ten min
utes. That appeared to be the best stunt
Of the lot for from the beginning OF IL
the Pup started in to cuss connectedly and
In sequence Then the external water cure.
barrei-stave massage, ammonia cocktail
and all the rest of It were gone over two
or three times more. the Pup bucking. side
wheeling and tossing his name uselessly
about all the while. that a little after
the hour of noon. when the outfit let up
on him, the boy was looking out Of eyes
that were quite middling sensible.
But, imagining that he was the victim
of a hazing at the hands OF his bunk
mates. he was dead sore all the way
through. and game enough. at that, to give
his soreness tongue.
You're bunch of id tin-horn cur
mudgeons. he told us, as he sat shivering
without any clothes on on IA stool in cor
ner Of Lew Patterns back room. and then
Tim. painting little after his two hours
of hard exertion. stepped forward.
g." Son.. said Tim in a kindly tone to the
Pup. they Amt no ombrey IN this yere
Wnut GOT airy tNiuB az III you all
you ought t know that. Wen We don't
keer none rr a man We can find other ways
o lettin' him know 1t without goin' thirsty
an spendln two or three hours o good
rum-Vacatton- time a-trytn, [ eyaporate tn
juniper juice out O his frame. / guess
mebbe you all'd better read this yeie-it
come this mornin' wen you was a-sieep.n
on top O. tn drug plant, an. not wantin
t disturb you. took tn liberty o openin'
an readin' it, and Tim handed the tel
egram over to the Pup.
The Pup read It at one swift glance. and
there was a lump in his throat and Just
slight break in his voice as he got to his
feet and held out his hand to Tim Ma!lon.
% All right, Tim, and the rest OF you fel-
lows he said as he took all hands in with
his gaze. 1 won't forget this. l had 1t
figured out wrong-but I'm not going 10
forget this thing that you fellows have done
for me-
Then he put on his cattle punching toys.
brushed himself of all neat and tidy. and
half an hour before the train was due he
came out of the barber shop looking as trig
as a new prairie schooner with a swabbed
canvas cover.
They Were Winners.
when the train got in-No. made a
half-hour stop at Barstow at that time-a
tall, handsome, white haired and stately
looking old lady, followed by a pair OF tall
young women OF the kind that you see pic
lures of in the magazines but that were
hull lot scarce around Barstow. stepped
from the train and We knew that they
were the Pups women folks. for they all
looked like him. So We started to mosey
around to the other side OF the station SOS
to be out OF the way.
But the Pup wouldn't stand. for that.
He gave US the shout to come back. Then
he was in the arms OF his mother and two
sisters all at once, while Tim Mallon. with
sort of wan and envious grin. growled
in his mustache. Say, whut would you
ombreys do [ desarve hug from sech
specimens o God A'mightys creation as
them three kinswomen O. that boys? ana
l reckon Tim echoed the thought that was
in the minds of all OF u.s.
I'VE all got the next best thing to hug.
at that. and that was handshake, for the
Pup introduced all of us to his mother and
stSterS-and Tim was so nervous that he
dropped his hat twice trying to take IT Off.
:" And you are all here on a weeks leave
from the ranch? said one Of the Pups
swagger sisters to Tim. And you are all
so-so-sef- she went on. L had
heard and read that 1t was all so different
that you cowboys were such dear, wild.
reckless and-shall l say it-such noisy
lot when you came into the towns on your
vacations
I've have t stand fr a heap o. SLAM
derin'. miss, solemnly replied Tim. while
the Pup, who was standing right behind his
sister and listening. gave an awful wink
that came mighty near busting Tim up in
his business. You can't pay no sort O
'tention t whut you hear bout us-Gs coy
otes' and then Tim had to scuttIe for the
far side of the station to give himself a
chance.
The Pup went on TO Los Angeles with
his mother and sisters, and when he got
back he had a swell new saddle and a
bang-up pair of fringed chaps for each OF US.
Hes been IN the cattle business on a
big ranch of his own for good many years
now, and he has taught a lot of little Pups
how to rope a steer or stop a stampeded
cayuse. But he has never raised a cactus
filled tin cup to his face since the day that
Tim Mallon ard the rest OF his bunk mates
called off a semi-an' ual loot for the pur-
pose of fixing him up to meet, without
shame, old No. on the Santa Fe line"
c. l.. G.