The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-01-12
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rapchman had already secured two ex-
tensions of it for three months each.
He now arranged a tLird and began
negotiating for the sale of some of his
| cattle to take UP the note at the next
time of payment Il can't take the
if he does owe it to me, and yet If
refuse it it will be like buying Echo
paying for stepping into Dicks place,
as Bud expressed it. What to do
don't know Well, events will decide"
And by this favorite reflection Of the
lowest depths of his degradation
That afternoon Payson rode to Allen
| Hacienda to see Echo and to sound her
| upon her feelings toward Dick Lane.
He wished thoroughly to convince him.
self that he. Jack Payson. held com.
plete sway over her heart. Perhaps
he might dare to put her love to the
test and fulfill the trust his friend had
imposed on him by giving her Dicks
letter.
Payson overlook Polly riding slowly
Oh her way home from Florence. She
barely greeted him. Has she met
Bud. and has he been slurring me?"
be thought. He checked his pacing
horse to the half trot, half walk, Of
Polly's mount aud, ignoring her in
civility, began talking to her
Did you see Bud in Florence"
Yep. Couldn't help it. Him an
Buck Mckee are about the whole of
Florence these days"
TOO bad about Bud consorting with
that rustler. I've had to fire him for
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Fire him? Well you are a good
friend. Talk about mems loyalty, II
women threw men down that easy
you all would go to the bowwows too
fast for us to make dog biscuit. Now,
I've settled Buck McKee's hash by
put a Slim Hoover wise to that
tongue slittin'. Oh, I'll bring Bud
around. all right, all right even if
men that ought to be his friends go
back on him."
But. Pollykins''-
Don't you grille me, Jack PaysOn.
I'm woman, an I'm gOin' to be a
married one, too, in spite of all you do
to Bud. Yes. Stree, bob! I've set out
to make man Of him, an III marry
him to do it if he amt dollar to his
name. But money d make it lots
quicker an easier. He was savin'
up till he run in with Buck McKee,
\ sudden thought struck Payson.
Here was Il way to dispose of Dick
Lanes money when it came.
"All right. Mrs. Bud Lane to be.
Promise not to tell Bud, and through
you I'll soon make good to him many
times over the foreman'S wages he's
lost. It's money that's coming from
an enterprise that his brother and l
were partners in, and Bud shall have
Dicks share. He's sore on me now,
and l can't tell him. Besides, he'd
gamble il away before he got it to
Buck Mckee Bud isn't strictly ethic-
al In regard to money matters, Polly,
and you must manage the exchequer."
Gee, what funny big words you use.
Jack! But l know what you mean
he's too free handed. Well, he'll be
4 savin' as a trade rat until we get our
home paid for. An I'll manage the
checker business when we're married.
No more poker an keno for Bud.
Thank you. Jack. l always knew you
was square"
Polly's sincere praise of his square
ness" was the sharpest thrust possible
at Payson's guilty conscience. Well,
he resolved to come as near being
square and level as he could. He had
told half truths to Bud and Polly; he
a possible though not actual one. If
Polly were wrong and Echo loved him
so much that she would break the
word she pledged to Dick Lane, then
he would confess all, and they would
do what could be done to make it right
with the discarded lover
Echo, observing from the window
who was Polly's companion, ran out to
Jack. with cry of joy. He looked
meaningly at Polly. She said: "Oh.
give me your bride! l know how
many's a crowd" Jack leaped to the
ground and took Echo in his arms.
while Polly rode off with the horses
to the corral. singing significantly:
Spoon. spoon spoon.
While the dish ran away with the spoon-"
Jack and Echo embraced clingingly
and kissed lingeringly. 1T takes a
crazy old song like that to express how
foolish we lovers are" said Jack
why. l feel that l could outfiddle the
cat. outjump the COW. outlaugh the dog
and start an elopement that would
knock the performance Of the table
ware as silly as-well, as am talking
now. I'm living in a dream-a mid
summer nights dream such as you
were reading to me-
1.-THE lunatic. the lover and the
poet" quoted Echo suggestively.
Dusk was falling. From the bunk
house rose the tinkling notes OF a
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