Bisbee daily review., 1909-05-20


 Hearst Papers)
 From time 10 time I get letters. There be folk who have asked how I | came into the newspaper game. 9th CTS wished to know the genesis of l "Wolfville.' There's no reason l kDow of why l shouldn't reply. Like most folk with little to be proud of, I've also little to fear.
 For many moons I had been rowing about between the Canadian in the | Panhandle and the Gila in Arizona. During those pampas years. when not | pouring the admonitoTy leather into siX-mule team as a reason for my daily bread, I was punching the cas-
 ual COW. Either way it meant thirty l five dollars a month, and, returns be | ing even. I swung between those two arts of jerk-line and runing-iron an | impartial pendulum. Both were hon orable and did not shake ones south
 western social standing as did sheep herding.
 | It was in 1899 when turned my 1 satisfied back on mule and steer | mesquite and cactus and domiciled l myself in Kansas City. Also, the town was in the mad mid-drungen- ness of it's boom In the boom up to my elbows I made money, for it
 was the easiest thing to make in Kan sas City. I spent it gaily as fast as
 made Also ! am, unto this day, well
 pleased with that profiigacy.
 One of my warm friends was Jack Nuckles, city editor of the Kansas
 City Times. Many and many an even
 ing I put in with Jack, and the tales
 of adventure-mOstly lies-we un.
 furled to one another would have bid
 souls less hardy pause.
 It was Sunday night, and Jack
 short-handed. No; his reporters had
 not gone to church, far from it, but they had done other things which { eliminated them for the moment from
 the ranks of literature. Jack was in a precipitation; the questions of how . 10 get out the paper gathered his brow into knots.
 |, Caring little for Jacks troubles, but rejoicing in him as an audience. I told him the story of a gambler funeral--one King. As got the headboard up, and closed the obse quies of the excellent yet unfortunate card sharp. a bright thought came to Jack.
 Why can't you write that for to morrow's paper?" he asked. Jacks tones were pleading, his ! manner was flatterly itself My van \ lity began to stir. Contribute to 8 ] paper? Honor, Besides. I was 2 l friendly soul and wanted nightly 1 to help Jack.
 I'll do it. said I.
 Thereupon I sat me down to tho ! telling of Gambler Kings funeral l Not caring to name the camp thai l buried him. coined the name o ''Wolfyilie" without waste of time ol thought. Also. since I found 1t easier to write the yarn in the vernaculal l of the range, put what I had to sa, in to the mouth of "an old cattle 1 man" I didn't give the garruloui 1 old gentleman a name, for reasons O diplomacy While not deeply asham cd of my first Old Cattleman story I was by no means swept of my fee 1 in admiration of it, and for that mat ] ter neither was Jack. Conjointly VI ! wrote a display head and ran it a! an ordinary interview.
 IL made two columns which reliev 1 cd Jack very much. Being wise as t' ] his space needs. he asked me {, i write other for later issues of thu Times. And because I am as pleas antly sensitive to soft soap as is bl mus paper to acid, wrote them. On
 upon another's spurred and boote'
 heels. I ran perhaps dozen of thes
 Wolfville romances, and the conver | tent old Cattleman was made to tel
 them all
 l This happy condition persisted fo \ mayhap a score of weeks The ' Wolfville became a grind, and l gay
 it up. I lay fallow, as it were. fo
 half year. when suddenly upros
 another applicant for Wolfville ware S This time II was Editor Johnston ( G the Kansas City Star. He brougi