New-York tribune., 1908-02-16

Doles.
= good look at the chips. Why. of course YOU
can't he exclaimed, Strengthening up and gaTlng
at his clerk You, Shad, you re gettln too durn
careless for me- bov! First thing YOU know, II YOU
don't change YOUR ways, III be a-changing 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 new minister back into the
box and stirred the chips with his finger until ne
had brought blue one to the surface Inns ne
carefully picked out and pressed into HaPsVorth
hand, saying:
There You are. parson. Just the same six bits,
only its all in piece and won't rattle IN Your
II think. Brother Hapsworth" said Rathbone,
srppressing a smile. that we had better be going,
and he stepped out to the plaza. he new munster
took up his box of collars and followed him without
Thev vent up to the court house where in door
way on the second floor balcony they found man
whiting.
said RathbOne. nOdding to the man
Morning parson ~ said the sheriff pleasantly.
Il would like to have you meet Brother HapS-
worth. your minister, said Kathbone, acknoWl-
cdging the salute.
Seeing the town heh?' he said when the oere-
right out here on the balc'ny and you get
bird seye view of the whole shooting match.
He led the way, and then stood pointing out the
landmarks to the minister, And 1t all yours
# YOU want it, DarSOn, he sad.
You haven't pointed out the meeting house,
Hapsworth observed.
No sir and Just can't he replied You see,
there amt no meeting house. 1t burned down.
Leaswise the school house did, and it was that
was using for a church Been holding the meetings
here in the cot house lately. 1t public property,
YOU know and we been using it for shows and par
ties and such so 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
Dreaching makes them feers down there in the
ia cut up ugly. Here comes the stage! exclaimed
Johnson leaning out the railing to look up
the road. Now what you reckons the matter?
Must a-been a-whooping her up some. She's full
two hours ahead of schedule
The stage rumbed past four dust and foam
cred horses strainng at the traces. The observers
on the balcony caught glimpse of a pallid pinched
face peering out of the window, and the owner of
that face was pressing a boodstained handker-
chief to his lips Why that's Billy Britt
claimed the sheriff, and he's got his ticket to the
hemorrhages I.his'n II bout fetch him, reckon.
Well parson," relectvely, thatll make bit of
business for you. We amt had funeral in quite
sometime now.
THE stage driver dropped Britt off at the Martin
House his way to the stables, and consider
atelv shOuldered the sick mans saddle bags and
a small red leather case and followed him into
the hotel
On the threshold Britt 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 a 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 case under the counterpane at the foot of
it. and then, with Martin 5 assistance he dlsrobed
and got between the sheets
Cant clean up till I've rested bit" he
INJURED weakly. Send for Doc Cummings, and
get me some good liquor. None of Boke DOles's
ba as