New-York tribune., 1909-04-25

e" Mean sort of trick they
pIaved YOU, young un,
sand as the ponies trOttcd up
the trail 70 my headquarters;
but whatever were YOU do
ing with such battery:
His smile vanished and his bps hardened bTuiiS
'er1 erlong to peddIe EN- he said IN difficult chok
ing whisper Got 'em cheap OF a fence. Them and
me ticket drew me last bean, an / been grubblh on
handouts clear acrOst the blg helds buI say SQ' -
nor he added with feeble herceness, they couldn
do me that w-av in Cat Alley, damn EN-! an they
cant uD here. sick or no sick. III get that bIg
butchers number vet, an III play lt-sure there
thleves in Hogan's cellar But say Whiskers,
wherein gojrl' an whats your game He sald the
latter with a duII little smile and furtIEe sldeonS
glance ,.,,a- g -,.
r,ainted bluff where he was welcome to bunk ana
feed And it won't cost YOU copper sonny,
added which information stItened ms back iolIl
with
He was queer little tike, was Isador Stein, now
and then garrulous as snnian, but more often
wrapped up IN himself, silent, Watchlul, CdSAy
sdestepped discourse on Cal Moran ana Ihe lltLI ol
the lads hardware nor did he refer to the incident
for a long while. There We're moments, thouSH'
when | could that the subject was thlch III MS
mind when his lips would trembe, his eyes blaze,
and the long fingers OF his thin bony hands TWIST ana
writhe.
THE dav after | had rigged up outdoor bunk for
L him and put him on a milk and egg diet. ne
draoged his feeble props into my shack and leaning
against my work table tapped me on the shoulder ana
and passed in swift flashes over his dark, sunken
cheeks.
say. guy nor I'm beginnin to feel spryer, an
I'll stav up here if vouse II leave me till GIT the gIt
o me pins back / can't see jest how m goIn TO
make good to youse | amt much on read1n wit
in an such 'cept what picked up at the NeWsboys
Home But and his smile broke again IN full radl-
ance i kin Jig to beat the band
He started to dance, negotiated few pltfuIE
weak steps then topped over, his knees caVlng Ike
cracked hlystems
After that the young un had a bad spell, ana
thought his light was going was too busy with
= bad washOut down below OF my cuINcrts to
give him much of my time, but l rode up to 81
Warvs and fetched down Little Blue Crane, or Chico
Gr1lu as the Greasers called her, an old Navajo
s01l8y with faded strain of Mexican IN her ancestry
'"AU down our slant of the Divide the fame OF
Chico C1rulu as q nurse large She had picked up
= weird patter of English that was better tor her
ratients than any tonic. Moreover, she had no
scheme of treatment whatever save dogged 1nsls-
tence on the absorption OF goat milk and a toa1ny
omelet which was her single culinary achievement
She was shrivelcd and wrinked as a cypress
bOugh and older than EndOrs witches; wlthal spry
as a weasel stubborn a wall eyed burrO, and pos
scssed of habits of neatnesS that source OF Won
der and dismay to her tribefolk. But the Navajo
strain came out strong IN her instinct for gambling
AS soon as her charges commenced to brace up
and take notice, she would produce handful OF dice
and pack of tattered cards thereat going through
pantornrne that could be read III one way,-t YOU
didn't gamble YOU were scarcely fit to survive.
However, it didn't take that old Navajo squaw
long to rouse the interest of Isador Stein She