The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1906-02-09

yelling wildly The Reds had tied the;
score. The tall man with the original
article. was standing up mopping the
perspilation from his forehead,
Who shall l say called" Traddles
asked the man With long hair.
VIII" shall you say. called" Why.
am Prof. Bowrowski, instructor i'll
violin music in the conservatory.
! live in a fiat. My wife had some flow
ers'
We'll, what happened9"
Happened! See that!" He showed
, a copy of the Daily Boomerang with a
black mark encircling a paragraph ON
an inside page under Traddles nose.
This iten,,' the man with long hair
| said. is under the heading. Season.
able Advice to Housckeepers.' TO kill
insects on house plants 4, says, pour
hot water on them
Did you try it?" Traddles asked.
! Try it? Why, IL made my wife:
| chrNsanthemums look like boiled spin
ach. She got mad and sent me down
| here to whip the editor, and if | go
home without doing it she will throw
me out"
Really. that is too bad. But are
you sure you followed the directions?''
"Oh. yes. did follow the directions;
| don't you tell ME l did not. Read what
il says.
We'll. it says to kill insects on
house plants, pour hot water on them.'
Now. does this say you are to pour
hot water on the plants or on the in
sects, which?"
Traddles had him guessing He
stood scratching his head with his
bony fingers and looking foolish. Then
he broke out with q diaboical laugh
that caused the tall men writing the
original article to jump straight up in
the air.
Well. that is a good Joke OH my,
wife. TO be sure. ii is the insects we
| want to kill, not the plants"
Il should think So" 'rraddles saidi
drumming on tile top of the desk with
his fingers.
And this means that YOU are To
brush the insects off into "a pan and
pour hot water on them
'On the insects"
We'll, l will go home and tell my
Wife that did not whip the editor.
Just say to him that l beg his pardon
for insulting him. Good afternoon" !
Reds in the lead" shouted the
crowd below after Traddes had sent
nothing in the sixth. Reds one, Browns,
nothing in the seventh"
How long do YOU keep this office
open?" the tall man writing the orig
inal article called to Traddles
One u, m. till 3 a. M
The crowd was still whoopinp, il m
for the Reds when Mrs. Mary farley,
entered.
do l look like l was grievng nv
self TO death?' she asked.
No, | should think that you are
male, hearty and happy" the officer re-
piled diplomatically.
Mrs: farley was short and thick and
she shuttied her feet as she walked
across the floor. Her husband had
run off with another woman whom the
Daily Boomerang had said was pretty
and petite. 1t was also said that Mrs.
farley was SO grieved that she took
to her bed. She struck the desk with
her clinched fist.
"Oh. that meaSly reporter--when will
he be n--fli make him so sick he will
take to his bed /
The police have been msinformed
and of course the reporter had to get TT
wrong, too,' suggested Taddles.
"Msinformed! Everybody knows that
have supported that man for the last
twenty years and that I gave him two
dollars to go off and never come back.
That good-for-nothing-, grieve for
him. Pretty and petite. Shucks, she
| haint got :; tooth in her head, one of he,,
eyes is a glass eye, and her face is so
red you would take it for a danger sig
nal III a gas excavation If you happened
to meet it in the dark !:
do you want US to publish q correc-
t1on saying you are not grieving, that
you don't want them to come back, and
that she is not pretty and petite?'
mo, | don't want no correction like
that. ii would bring them back on the
first train, and then 7 would have both
of them on my hands. Just tell that
reporter OF yours that l am much
obliged to him for helping me get rid of
such II pack. Oh. yes. you might tell
him, too that ] said that if John Jar
ley wants to come back I'll pay the
freight. and If he dumps that red faced
thing at the end of the line the stuff
will he OFF,
will that do?"
The tall man with the original article
was in the act of handing Traddles a
few sheets OF manuscript when the,
telephone bell rang.
Reds nothing, Browns one in the
eighth: Reds one, Browns nothing in
the ninth. The Reds win. final score.
Reds 4. Browns 81
Tladdles did not wait for the messen-
ger He ran down stairs with the bull
| letins. The street was damned with
| people yelling wildly. Men were hugging
each other. Women We're waving their
parasols and handkerchiefs. Boys were
! throwing each other down and tripping
up people who were trying to get away.
Traddles ran back to the local room
! Brady. the police reporter. was stand
| ing in the center of the room swear
ing like a British sailor. The floor
about his desk was knee deep with
sheets of crumpled copy paper But the.
man with the original article was gone.
| And the original article! 1t measured
| just twenty-six lines. 1t was a treatise.
on the doctrine of infant baptism.
| II guess TN run home and get bite
to eat" said Traddles.