The Huttig news., 1909-09-18
ILLUSTRATIONS BY ANDRE BOWLFS
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Whispering Smith waved his f1nd in something of the proud manner in which Bucks could wave his rresi dential hand. My business. Backs said, need not interfere with that, not in the least; he said that l could do all the mining I wanted 70 and have done all the mining l wante.' te. But here is the singular thing t.iat happened: 1 opened up my office and had nothing to do; they didn't sceia to want any right of way just then kept getting my check every month. and wasn't doing hand turn bu. rid, ing over the couatry and shoot.ne jack-rabbits. But, Lord. I love this country. Did you know I used to be a cowboy in the mountains years Ggo Indeed did. l know it almost as WI as you do I mined more or less IF the meantime. Occasionally would go to Bucks-you say you don't saoN him ?-too oakland tell him. candid ly 1 wasn't doing a thing to corn lnNi salary. At such times he Gonld onls ask me how l liked the job" an2 \ hisperine Smiths heavy eyebrows rose in mild surprise It the recolle. ion. "Cne day when was talkin with him he handed me d telegram from the desert saying that nigh operator at a lonely station had beer shot and switch misplaced and train nearly wrecked. He asked nn what l thought of it. l discoyerea that the poor fellow had shot himself and Ia the end we had to but hni iri ,ne insane asylum 10 save him from he penitentiary-but that was where ny trouble began.
 .sit ended in my having to organize the special service on the whole road 0 look after a thousand and one things that nobody else had-well, let Us say time or inclination to look ait. CT: Fraud and theft and violence and
 H that sort of disagreeable thing Then one day the cat crawled out oi me bag What do you think? That man who is now president of this road aac somewhere seen highly-colored story about me in magazine, ten cent magazine, you know. He had sposted me he firststime l walked lnto lis office, and told me long time Ifterward it was just like seeing nan walk out of a book, and that he had hard work to keep from falling Oh my neck Re knew what he wanted
 e for: it was just this thing. l lett 1hicago to get away from it, and this s the result It is not all that kind ot thing. oh. no! When they want to
 JOSS reservation have winter in Washington with our attorneys and
 inc with old friends in the White
 ouse and the next winter l may be m snowshoes chasing band Of
 astlers I swore long ago 1 would do 70 more of it-that l couldn't and couldn't But it is Bucks. 1 can't go lack on him. He is amiable and l
 m soft. lie says he is going to have | crown and harp for me some day, lat l fancy-that is, 1 have an intima- ,ion-that there will be a red-hot pro est at the bar of heaven, he lowered lis tone from a certain unmention- lble quarter when undertake to put he vestments on By the way, ItdT you are lHtcl cSicu III ShiShSAo. Oh, yes, I've heard lot about you! Sob Johnson, over at Oroville, has come pretty bantams I want to tell sou about"
 Whether he talked railroad or chick ans, it was all one; Dicksie sat spell bound; and when he announced 1t was half-past three o'clock and time to rouse Marion she was. amazed.
 Dawn showed in the east. The men eating breakfast in tents were to be sent on a work-train up a piece of Y rack that led as near as they could be taken to where they were needed. The train had pulled out when Dick sic, Marion, McCloud and Whispering Smith took horses to get across to the hills and through to the ranch house.