Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1909-11-11
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MEDICINE
BY CAROLINE LOCKHART
Copyright. by ]. Z. LppIncott Co)

Copyright. by J. =. LppIncott Coz
Don't kill yourself tonight; wait
until tomorrow" said Turner, the bar
keep, in a soothing but Unconditional
voice. Never mix business with
pleasure"
But, Turner, you DON unerstan',
you dom unnerstan' stall she don
love me-nobody loves me-" Helm
Of the Wind River Lumber Company
laid his proud head en- the bar and
burst into tears.
That's because you eoa't know
how to make her love you. You don't
show no more sabo than . rabbit"
replied the barkeep, eoldiy.
Tell me whater say; tell me whatsr
do, and I'll do I'll" Helm clasped HIS
hands and lifted his streaming eyes
pleadinSly to the barkeep's stern
face.
Turner'S voice took on an authori-
tative tone.
when she goes into one of those tan
trums, hsn's when you want to stand
up on your hind legs and let her know
you are boss. Keep . sta upper lip
and be cool and kan. Nothing scares
a woman like dignity. You might say:
Woman, this rumpus must cease. /
cannot permit my pease Of mind to be
disturbed by the ranicaboos Of q hys-
tericA female. The strain OF my
business life IL such that must have
perfect rest in my hSms. II you
cannot control yourself, you had bet
ter pack up and make your mother a
long Wait"
"Thash greAtl" said Helm, his eyes
shining with admiration through his
tears. But" his face fell. shay, she
might so. You don't know my wife
-perfec' bronch', regular mustang
when she's mad"
Women are all alike. You've got
to make 'em feel the iron hand in the
glove"
Iron hand in the gIove-thash
good!" Helm gurgled with pleasure.
60 out now, thish minute, n pair
gloves FIR m iron hand"
Turner watched him with eontemp-
tuous eyes until the swinging doors
famed the air behind him.
''Bufraloed!" he muttsred. '-plunb
buffaloedi"
Turner, broad-sheuIdsred, iron-jawed.
with a heavy black Mustache droop-
ing over q cynical mouth, lowered
above the polished bar In the emily ho-
tel in White River City, wyo.
Without doing anything in particular
TO earn 1t, he had acquired the reputa-
ton OF being a bad man." he had
dropped into Wind River City one
evening at sunset and stayed, and no
person had the temerity to inquire
into that past in regard to which he
showed such singular reticence.
Turner had peculiar position in
the community. He WAS the reoipien
of the heart condolences Of every man
who patronized his bar. After l.
O'Clock at night the married men
practically stood In line waiting to tel
him why they could not get along
with their wives. His advice was
valued by the younger men, who con
suited him at critical points in their
love affairs. In some indednable way
like the acquisition Of his reputation
for ferocity, Turner was believed to
know the heart Of woman-like a
book. He interpreted their moods and
actions 20 anxious cowpunchsrs and
range riderB. The measures he sus
gested for the subduing Of too high.
spirited women were generally heroic
but this only increased the feeling OF
awe for him, 1t being firmly believed
that Turner would not hesitate to fol
low the advice he 6oled out 80 gen.
erously to others.
In the corner Of the bar a youthful
cowpuncher sat with the high heels
of his deliberately stitched boots
hooked over the top rung OF his chair
His cheeks were round and rosy, his
bushy blonde curls looked like q
bunch Of excelsior, and q sweet smile
of contentment played about his girl
ish mouth Fixing his absent gaze
upon the barkeep, he suddenly real
lied that person wss disengaged and
he unwound some six fest Of height
and stood erect.
Let's have something smooth and
agreeable he said, In soft drawl.
Things coming all right at the half
way house7" inquired Turner. careless
ly, az he moDpsd the bar with his
towel.
Was comm some this afternoon"
"So7'
Had quite little session with the
old man. Took my gun and wen
over to ask for Jessie. Put 1t Il
him straight out behind the house
where no was mendtn' q harness. Ok
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