The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1906-08-07
The Tanning of Bud Sloane.
BY AUGUSTA FLEMING CONWAY
Copyright, 1906. by Daily Story Pub Coz


they get mad. No, | think you'd bet
Sb.er get off the boat when we get to
c Duluth and take the train back home
oh, Daddy" pouted Betty. You
Know | think it would be lots OF fun
to tame them"
Tame them, eh?' laughed Capt.
Carew. I'D like to see anybody tame
Them. You don't know them rousta-
bouts as we'll as |, Betty. Why, CIR"
ne continued, an angry frOwn appear
ng on his good natured, weather
beaten face, there's Bud Sloane, as /
shipped aboard at Cleveland-darn his
aide; | wish I'd never seen his ugly
hughes the bird that's making all
he trouble. He's a scrapper from away
back; always looking for trouble, ana
Usually finding it.
well, DADDY, if you knew his rcpu-
.ation what made you take him on?''
Had to, or put out without a mate,
answered the captain. you see It was
his way. Stevens broke his arm when
We were unloading, and of course hes
got to lay up for a while. | hunted
high and low for mate; Sloane was
all | could get, so on pinch | took
him, and here we are with hi1l a STIR
ring up trouble among them rousta-
bouts for more pay, right out In the
middle of Superior at thai where they
.hink they can bully follow into CIV
ing in to them I'll show them they
can't. And what's more" Numbered
he captain, giving tie wheel a vicious
whirl, Il won't give them another cent,
I'll be darned if ill"
"Oh, look, Daddy, here comes Bud
aow with some of the men You n4ver
mind, Daddy" said Betty, with de-
ermined air, pushing her 1.-THE, young
oody before her fathers angry form,
I'll talk to them"
You get back, Betty, till | give
hem a piece of my mind growled the
captain, his eyes swapping ominously.
You get back 10 the wheel, Daddy,
md never mind me You'll only get
Yourself all worked up. want to talk
o Bud myself" with a mischievous
oss of her dainty head
Betty, child" cried her father, as
ne seized her arm, don't be foolish;
get back like a good girl. They might
-"
mo they won't" laughed Betty,
nerrily, as she shook him off, and
Inv 1xy To ho inc q c RI n
Sloane, with his contingent of sulky
.oustabouts, stopped suddenly at its
entrance on beholding the dainty form
Of Betty poised there.
ooh! good morning, Mr.. Sloane,
cried Betty, smiling her most bewitch-
ing smile. Lovely morning, isn't it?'
she flashed on the bewildered Bud.
Bud balanced his huge form first on
one leg, then on the other. His shrewd
gray eyes, the daring Betty noticed
had the shadow of an amused twinkle
in their bold gaze.
"The mornings all right, guess
Miss Betty" he said. But didn't
come here to talk about it. want to
talk to your old man"
We'll, you can't, that's ALL" flashed
Betty, her soft brown eyes challenging
the bold gaze of the gray. "You can
say what you've got to say to me.
won't have him annoyed by your men
and their foolish whims."
Bettys cheeks famed crimson when
the man laughed.
Its a pretty little bird" he said
just the faintest suggestion of an
amused smile curling his lips, but it's
wings need clipping; they soar toe
high. You just stand aside, miss,
don't want to trouble you with my lit
tie talk. Come little bird" he went on
disdaining the proud little figure witt
the tolerant glance one gives a child
you'd better fly away"
Miss Bettys soft brown eyes gloweC
black up into the disdainful crap.
"You coward" she painted. "How
dare you'll"
Jaw, shut her off, Bud!" drawled ou
one of the listening roustabouts. "Shu
her off, and talk turkey to the old man
if yer goin to-
In a twinkling the Mortified Betty
saw the speakers lank form sprawlln9
on the deck, while Bud Sloane. his
massive jaws drawn taut, stood ovel
him with clenched fists.
"Oh!" she cried, don't hurt him."
Bud laughed at the sound of hel
anxious voice, Don't worry, Mis-;
Betty" he said, 81 won't have no fus;
before you. I'll take these chicks OF
mine away and teach them what's due
little lady like yourself, Miss Betty
The wondering brown eyes suddenly
sank beneath the admiring glance Of
the gray.
whats the matter, Betty?" sale
her father, hurrying to the door.
"Oh, nothing, Daddy" coolly replied
Ratty "Mr Sloane" she continued