Deming graphic. (Deming, N.M.) 1903-1948, 1906-07-13

ness that he's entered in the same
race with a lot Of SO goats
On the level, now, can he?
1t was my cue to make a Big Play.
had to get gabby and make Clara
Jane believe associated only With
Torrld Tamales.
And did |?
oh! ask me easy just to tease me!
Who! that? says, after fishod
for few French.fried potatoes:
why that's Lord Hope"
My lady friend dropped her knife
and tork and gave me the stalled
gaze.
never whimpered
Oh, scold me! scod me.
Lord Hope! sage she why.
John Henry, you never told me you
knew Lord Hope"
Didn't H." | says; my! my! how
thoughtless! Wei! that's His Lord
ship all right, all right"
Clara Jane thought while and
carved my initials on a silver OF celery.
But you called him Able" says
she, after a pause.
Sure thing" | says; what else7
Want me to call him Nose or Rosey or
Meyer or Ikey? He's not Irish"
Il cant imagine an English noble
man being called Able" says my lady
friend, for she's a irst rate Believer
by nature, but a Doubter when the
dice roll heavy.
was beginning to feel just about
as happy as hard.boled egg, but 1
was in up TO my neck and | couldn't
holler for help,
"Englishmen have queer names, es.
pecially noblemen. Say! won't you
have charlotte russo Dr an apple irit-
ter?-itll do you good" says, hop
ing to swing the conversation close
enough to the shore so that could
iump OF and take to the timber.
JnSl tnen Mike Mcclure strollCd
into the neighborhood and wanted to
hang M his hat on nv hook
GOOD evening, says Mike, push
ing out the familiar nst
I'm right back at him with a short
arm nod of recognition, and in .
minute I'm busy with my beans.
"Feedn', sce!" says Mike, wish
Ing to show my lady friend that his
powers Of observation are strictly
homemade.
gave him look that figured
would comb his hair but he's out to
make deep impression on Clara Jane
so my naughty expression didn't finish
one, two, three.
Before can get back from tina
breakaway find him reciting the sad
story Of his life and watching my lady
friend to see II she enjoys light litera-
ture
oh, yes" says Mcclure, Il do So
love the stage. I've been paying the
Provinces for eighteen weeks as Hot.
spur, the Boy Hero, in Ben Hur, and
was the hit OF the show"
Two to one he was out doing the
potato plantations with a No. 3 UnG
Toms Cam. Co.
About all that guy could mix With
is a parcel Of Uncle Tommers.
Finally, after writing about four
chapters and getting his l.fe lines
crossed with George Washington,
Nanny Friend, John McCul ough and
Tod Sloan, he begins to notice that
the wind is blowing chill across the
wild moor so he signals the conductor
and hops off the wagon
who was that inquiries my lady
friend, as Mcclure ambles back to his
own table.
That" says; oh! that was the
Earl Of Yarmouth"
Clara Jane handed me swirl
glance, then she patted her hat.pina
and grabbed her gloves.
Come along, John Henry" says
she, King Edward will be here in a
minute and after what I've read about
him don't think | care to meet him
Let's go home"
She wins in a whisper
tn take three weeks to square my.
self
Hereafter me to Dement'S! Me to
the stack o. wheats symposium where
the rest Of the entries stick to their
stalls. Where the outside onversa
tion Is confined to Draw one!" and
Boil two, meejum!"
No more swell Sandwich Salons for
me, where the grafters want to butt in
all the while.
OH scold me! scold me!
tCOpyrighI. 1901 b. @. W. Dillingham; oAs