Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-16

that cannot possibly accept these in change
and he turned the hand with the chips in it to
Doles.
HUH! said that man, bending his head to get
good look at the chips. Why, of course you
can't" he exclaimed Strengthening up and glarng
careless for me- boy! First thing you know, if you
don't change Your ways, Ill be a-changlng OF my
clerk Hear that? Hand me that there box ~
Shadrach shrugged his shoulders and passed over
the box of chips. Doles threw the three that had
been rendered to the minister back into the
box and stirred the chips with his finger until he
had brought a blue one to the surface. This he
carefully picked out and pressed into Hapsworths
hand, saying:
There you are parson. Just the six bits,
only it's all in piece and Won rattle IN your
Il think, Brother Hapsworth' said Rathbone,
suppressing smile, that we had better be going,
and he stepped out to the plaza. The new minister
took up his box of collars and followed him without
They went up to the court house, where in a door
way on the second floor balcony they found man
whiting.
That is the sheriff of the county, Mr.. Johnson"
said Rathbone, nodding to the man
Morning, parson," said the sheriff pleasantly.
Il would like to have you meet Brother Haps-
WORTH your new minister, said Rathbone, acknowl-
edging the salute.
monv 1 had been bee Completed. 'Well, you just come
right out here on the balc'ny and you can get
bird seye view of the whole shooting match
He led the way and then stood pointing out the
landmarks to the minister, And it's all yours
if you want it, parson,' he said
You haven't pointed out the meeting house. :
Hapsworth observed.
mo, sir and just can't" he replied. You see,
there amt no meeting house. It burned down.
Leastwise the school house did, and 1T was that we
here in the cot house lately 1t public property,
YOU know and we been using it for shows and par
ties and such, so we couldn't shut 1t to them what
wants to pray and sing. But you uns ought to build
a church; you really ought, for the singing and the
preaching makes them fellers. down there in the
ia cut up ugly. Here comes the stage! exclaimed
Johnson, leaning out the railing to look up
the road. Nov what you reckon's the matter!
Must a-been a-whooping her up some She's full
two hours ahead of schedule"
The stage rumbled past, four dust and foam COW
cred horses strainng at the traces. The observers
on the balcony caught glimpse of pallid, pnched
that face was pressing bloodstained handker-
chief to his lips Why, that's Billy Britt" ex-
claimed the sheriff. land he's got his ticket to the
hemorrhages Thisn II bout fetch him, reckon.
Well. parson," refectively, "that'n make bit of
business for you We amt had funeral in quite
sometime now
THE stage driver dropped Britt off at the Martin
1 House on his way to the stables, and consider
ately shouldered the sick mans saddle bags and
a small red leather case and followed him into
the hotel
On the threshold Britt was seized with fit of
coughing during which Martin instructed Mrs
Martin to make Britt's old ROOM the front par
lor," ready for him. The process of making ready
calling merely for the opening of the windows and
the suspension of gourd shaped clay bottle of well
water from hook in the top of one of the window
frames, where the draft would serve to keep the
water cool.
Britt supervised the placing of the saddle bags
across the low headboard of the bed and the red
leather under the counterpart at the foot of
it. and then with Martins assistance, he disrobed
and got between the sheets.
Cant clean up till I've rested bit, he muir
INJURED weakly. Send for Doc Cummings, and
get me some good liquor. None of Boke Does's
Stuff, he added an afterthought. That old
road agent nd be mean enough to pizen me. Get it