Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1909-06-24
fcopvrirht. 1913. by J. B. LlppIncOtt co.,

Emporium and swelled out his chest
with the pardonable pride Of a man
who had just purchased the finest set
Of bedroom furniture In South Dakota,
as per Mr.. Buntz' advertisement In
the Spearfish Scimitsr.
1T will cost you money to freight
all that rosewood ten miles to Dou'
ble-X." said Abe.
I'm glad of it," Mr.. Sloan declared.
Load her on to truck and let her
come this afternoon. I'm expecting
the Dock of Massachusetts, and mon
ey's no object"
Reckon you're going to get mar
ried, George" insinuated Buntz.
mot SOS you'd notice 1t. This here
furniture is for Mister Chichester,
Esquire, of Boston. He's the eastern
boss OF the Double-X; he's a-coming
out to inspect us, and, Buntz, calker-
late to fix him up a room at the ranch
ASH make him think he's In the Gar
den of Eden"
Abe nodded approvingly. Guess he
will be satisfied, all right" he said.
Dunno" replied Sloan, looking du-
bious. The fellers a crank. He's
never been west of New England, but
he seems to think he knows a whole
lot about taking care O. men beyond
the confines OF civilization as he calls
II in his fool letters. He don't claim
to be much on cattle; camp fixings is
his strong holt"
"When's he coming?"
Most any day now" explained
Sloan gloomily. Mind you ship that
freight SOS / get 1t tonight"
That evening two cowpunchers Of
the Double-X, Ed. May and John Hef-
fren, were riding across Medicine Bot.
tom, halfway between Spearfish and
the ranch.
Wen stake out at the creek, Ed"
said Heffren, "and camp. This yere
pony's beat"
Som l. Got nothin' much t'eat,
neither. F had. Sloan here, I'd fry
him. What'd he mean, sendin' us to
Powder river 'thouth nun grub to
keep a cat?"
Dunno. I'm bout done, hungry an
thirsty an mad an sleepy an'-whoa
up! What's that a-yonder?"
Ed. May pulled his horse and stared
at the overturned wagon which was re.
posing on its side by the bank Of Med
icine creek. The four mules, still in
the traces, gazed reproachfully at the
cowboys as they loped nearer.
Sure, busted shebang," comment
ed John, IAN the driver, he's dead to
the world" Heffren had dismounted
and was examining the recumbent
form of the charioteer, who lay snor.
ing on the ground.
whats in the jug alongside Of him,
John?" demanded May, with a certain
delighted note in his voice. THAT may
erick's name is Muddy Corners.
Freights for Buntz."
RYE, an it's all gone," announced
Heffren, smelling Of the demijohn.
The two cow-punchers staked out
their horses in the meadow-grass and
turned loose the mules. Then May
tilted the whisky-jug. Its emptiness
seemed to infuriate him, and his angry
eye fell on the disarranged contents
Of the wagon.
"Hey, there!" he called to John.
Here's a bed. Can we rig it,"
"Betcher life we can" said Mr.. Hef.
iren.
Ed. May looked about him with
more particular attention and burst In
10 q melodious cry.
"Whoop!" he observed, tearing the
Sacking from a patent rockingham,
'how's this? Pretty hot cakes, eh?"
He ripped the cover from a massive
wash-stand, and then attacked chest
Of drawers, and John contemplated
him with an appreciative grin.
Brush out your hair, Heffren,"
yelled May, brandishing an ornate
land walk into this yere
rosewood abode. Get yer ornery self
lsed ter luxury. The Hotel is now
open and I've took the bridal cham
Jer!"
The next morning when Mr.. Brice
Chichester clambered into the buck
BOARD in front Of the Spearfish hotel
{ was easy to detect his eager and ,
oyful anticipation. His mind brimmed I
already with ideas for the improve {
nent of life on the cattle range, for {
Ifs inventive genius had been stirred {
powerfully by the astonishing stories {
which had been told him by the many '
understanding strangers whom he I
lad interviewed en- route He had or {
.ered the blackboard to be ready at I
avn, and now he exhorted French
like to make all haste. [
The managing director was tall, s
hin man, with elementary side-whis- {
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