The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-06-25

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 After Miss Pills had consumed about fourteen dol lars worth of Godfeld,s best imported hay Red NC Kenna led off with his band and she swung alons peaceful and smiling. keeping step with the rusty harmony of the horns.
 When Red halted the procession in front of the Glad Hand he made neat address, applaudlng sandstorm as an unprecedented philanthropfst inc that he'd furnished the camp with considerable if onepiece hfppodrome Smiths bushes ontblazed Reds hair for that strange young person considered that he'd done a big thing and nothing fantastic, in providing Godfeld with personally conducted zoo, had a forty-gallon drink he marched her up the Little Belladonna trail.
 When Little sammy came into the Home Grub that night there was an uncertain smile worrying his thin lips and a twisted crowsfoot cr1nkied deep Between his eyes.
 solemn. to me so Red McKenna across the aisle couldn't catch it. "He can't leave that elephant out They won't take her at Beans stable and the door way of his shack's too marrow and the roof too too we get down Miss Pills may have developed delicate. He's got the camp tailor up there now figuring making her suit of fore and weave four legs into neat fit before tomorrow night 1t1 be too internal bad :" concludes Little here"
 "But if she continues to exist" said, tits go- ing to cost whaling sight more to feed her with hay selling by Troy weight"
 "But if she dies" groaned Little Sammy, we'll have buy mine to bury her in, as guess every inch of ground tween here and Hawthornes staked out in claims"
 The little owner of the. Big Joshua doing some nervous figuring in his notebook when the door of the Home Grub opened and sandstorm burst in, rubbing his hands and smiling.
 Judging from your looks," Red McKenna greet ed him, q guess Miss PiIls's sold at a profit
 +tYou're humorous usual, Red.' laughed 6andsform, "and wrong as per schedule. haven't for the night"
 
 chateau" chuckled Red. . Sandstorm shook his head and stirred his coffee with slow and fastidous twist of the spoon.
 "No Red" he said. My chateau wouldn't fit"
 McKenna dropped his fork into his plate and the Inirth faded out of his eyes sandstorm was drink from one to the other in nervous puzzlement- Nc Kenna broke the pause in a slow hard voice
 Mister Sandys Storm Smith, he said, if you put that animated doub1e-ended moving in my bungalow-well-" His throat closed and he turned tangerine red.
 tYou wouldn't refuse an innocent, homeless, fe- male packerderm shelter. Red. would you?' said
 MoKenna exploded He'd get that beast out Of his bungalow he had to take it out in sections no biggern dice
 adits," he foarned "and then m hire some carpen- ters to saw her up in onepound lots. I'll, rll-" The Widow Buckley had to thump his back to save him from strangng.
 "That would be awful foolish, Red" said Sand did much for the lady this afternoon, providing a band and gorgeous greeting that didn't think  from this night air. Honest, didn't think you'd object to taking her in for the night though won't ask you to sing her to sleep or fan her Why you can bunk in with me, Red. and it'll be like old times"
 And" he went on low and purry, 'T wouldn't be for disturbing her now. It was pretty neat it. but your bungalows of those portable hutches managed to unscrew the back wall and slip her in without any considerable ruin tied your bath around neck to protect her throat and left her happy and contented as chuckawallah in a cloudburst"
 McKenna was past speech. and after watching the patrons the Home Grub slip under the tables one by and thresh among the chairs he got up with a growl and shuffled out. But he and Sandstorm made it up in the course of the evening next day got Miss Pills out of his portable bungalow without any attending disaster.
 However, from day to day SandstorIn's two-ton pet continued te furnish diversion and keep Smiths hair flying in perpendicular until it became permanent She followed him everywhere, nothing he could tie her to being of permanent enough char acter to reside long its base or grip well in the loose stony soil. She moved his shack round often that he was in perpetual state of tres- pass.
 Ing all the country, offering Miss Pills for sale cheap then proposing to give her away to whoeveru pay the freight out of Godfeld. Little Sammy baked that, and the rest of the boys were getting heap of fun out of it they were for Miss Pills permanent institution.
 Sandstorn Smith did have an elephant on his hands His hay bills scattered snow in his tawny locks and he had to quit smoking and drinking so as to keep her trough filled with spring water from Bishop
 But as some philosopher has observed. the darkest cloud, properly rent win reveal a silver lining
 Twas along past siesta of Saturday afternoon, when the heat gauges Main Street had stopped bubblng the century register and the sun was taking on purple circumference that the eye could stand The puffs of the cooT evening breeze were beginning to bring folks out on the sidewalks In idle gossip. The days fever in stock jockey1ng had passed and there was little knot o5 Of y9u9g ig Front of the Goldfe1d Exchange to discuss pne