The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1909-08-07


guardeen her restaurant he says"
i began to grasp the situation.
You see" went on Heffren, Carr
don't shape up to be much Of man.
10 him and me allows we'll make out
to that Widow that he's pintedly a
war chief. She don't know we're any,
ways acquainted. Andy throws me out
o. that chuck shop every day, Almost.
handed him my tobacco pouch. and
with his thick fingers he rolled a
cigarette as daintily as Spanish girl.
The planking creaked timidly be-
hind us.
"Wie geht's. Cupid?" said John.
without shifting How is our amor
GUS prospecting expedition coming
along this morning. you loco-weeded
valentine?"
Andy Carr sat down beside US and
expectorated gloomily between his
knees.
Its coming along heap bad" he
said. II Just tried to file marriage
claim on her. Nothing doing. It's
down to cases, Heffren."
We'll have to act out another lazza-
paroola" sighed Heffren.
Yes, and we got to cook 1t more
stronger" the sutton agreed. earnest
ly. .She says she amt sure l can do
better than talk. That's the reason
wiped you with the newspaper, Heff-
rem. But 'twarn't no good. All that's
wanted is for me to heave you onto
the floor and beat you up a whole
r@A ,lo 40, hot IInH-
rem. it would everlastingly hobble
her."
Let you beat me- up. hey?" snorted
John. "Where'd you think come
from-college?"
"Oh, I'll do it gentle" persisted little
Andy, cross my heart will You can
give out I've bust your leg or some.
thing. Go ahead. Say. II you do
and II the deal goes through-Heffren.
!! I'll give you free meal tickets till the
spring roundup"
John snapped away his cigarette.
THAT goes" he announced, and wit
messed the compact Joyously.
The lazzaparoola was scheduled for
an hour when the Blue Wing was de-
| serted. l secured reserved seat In
| the corner Of the empty dining-room.
1t is believed that the artistry Of
cowboy comedy can be bettered no
where When Heffren glided into the
restaurant the perfection OF his MINI
icry would have made a Coquelin
despair. John was Row the bad man.
tha man on the kill. Even Mrs. Major
| recognized his kind, and she changed
color at the purring. uncanny polite
ness with which Heffren requested
scrambled eggs.
II told you what I'd do to you!"
snarled Andy. Nov! I'll learn you'll"
Mrs. Major screamed as he grasped
the desperate valiantly. They wres.
tied up and down the room. John made
apparently herculean efforts to draw
his pistol and performed a sort Of
polka step. He folded Carr to his
breast and they rolled over the top
of the table like pair Of acrobats
The cloth enveloped them and the
wreckage was remarkable. Mrs. Ma.
jor again gave tongue.
Hes killed." she screamed.
II ain't," Andy assured her. Don't
be afraid. That's tomato sauce you
see."
Wow! It's me that's killed, ma'am."
howled John.
That's what l said" retorted the
Widow, weeping. Let me to him, you
good-for.nothing coward"
Andy obeyed, cycling the lady with
sheepish surprise. She scurred to
the head of the fallen gladiator and
upheld It affectionately In the capa-
cious crook of her elbow. John
groaned.
my neck's broke" he said, and my
leg-and I'm rib or two shy-and.
suffering dogs, what fighter"
Hes q good.for-nothing coward"
exploded Mrs. Major. He took you
when you were of your guard" She
shook her unemployed arm truculently
at Roaring Andy. Why couldn't you
stand to 1t and fight like a mani" she
cried. why did you trip him like a
dancing hyena? All, the poor dear!
Where did 1t hurt you? He's dying!"
"Oh, die your grandmother" e1-
claimed Carr. in disgust.
She Strengthened herself ominously,
picked up a carving-fork, advanced
upon Andy Carr. and Roaring Andy
quailed. He was timorous man, and
it would have required something
more than q hero to face the indig-
nant Amazon Of the Blue Wing at
that psychological moment.
At the livery stable l waited with
Andy, who was plunged in melan
choly silence. We were buckling Gin
ger Pops fore cinch when his own
er sprawled around the corner. The
hasty progress Of cow-puncher afoot
is not graceful. Johns legs and arms
flew erratically. Windmill fashion, and
his face was dark purple. In his
wake Mrs. Major tackled through the
mud like full-rigged ship. She bran
d{sbod iudiscrimfnately the carving