The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1909-10-21
At
IWO-Bar
Ranch
The Manager Got His Instruc.
tons and Obeyed Them
By DONALD ALLEN
By DONALD ALLEN
Copyright, 1909, by Associated Lit
erary Press.
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and twenty-six cowboys made up the
complement at the Two-Bar ranch, and
every one except the manager was Ia
boring under suppressed excitement.
No orders had been promulgated, but
the Saturday afternoon had been de-
voted by unanimous consent toward
washing up, combing hair and bring
ing out white shirts and red necktieS.
Two weeks previously old Jim Brad
shaw, foreman, who was supposed to
be deep in the confidence of the man.
ager, had said to the storekeeper on
Lame Calf creek:
tom, old Two-Bar is coming right
to the front in a business way"
GAS to hOW?'
Going to have a telephone line over
to the railroad"
"That amt so much"
Going to fit up an office for the
manager with desks and chairs, same
as a New York brokers' office"
Nothing to brag Of"
Going to have a typewriting ma
chine"
Lots Of folks got EN-
|'And now hold your breath, you old
swindler, while l tell you the rest.
We're going to have girl to run the
machine"
''No-o-or'
ITS q fact Coming from Chicago.
Smarter'n chain lightning. She's go
ing to be stenographer and type
writer. Yes, sir, she is, and no other
blamed ranch for a hundred miles
around has got one. Old Two-Bar is
ahead on the game"
"Well?" queried the storekeeper aft
er a long pause.
"Well, I'm here to give you tip.
If you haven't got two dozen white
shirts in stock send for them quicker
than lightning. Send for red neck
ties Send for silk handkerchiefs.
Send for real cloth collars, and send
for perfumery and toilet SOAP"
Why"
"Why, you galoot? Because every
man on our ranch is going to come
Looping over here and inquire for them
very things and isn't going to worry
about prices either. Because why?
Because every man is going to fall in
love with that girl before she gets
within a mile Of the ranch and is
going to dress up and let her see what
a Jim dandy he is. There can't but
one man marry her, and the rest OF
the gang will shoot him."
It was a tip. The shirts and other
things were sent for, and the boys
loped over Forty-nine cent white
shirts went for a dollar and a half
and no questions asked. Perfumery
and hair oil met with a firm market.
Red neckties were in great demand.
And now the great day had finally
arrived. Old Tom had been sent over
to the railroad with the blackboard to
bring back the young woman and her
trunk. Every man had volunteered to
make the trip, and when Old Tom had
been selected the gang gathered
around him, and it's spokesman said:
There's got to be a square deal or
bloodshed-no flirting or soft talk to
get ahead Of the rest of US. You've
got an old woman down on the Brazos,
Tom, and if you don't own up to that
girl that you have off comes your
scalp"
-Four hours later the blackboard was
sighted with a feldglass Fifteen
minutes after the announcement it
could be made out with the naked eve.
While it was still a mile away the
cowboys formed in double line along
the road to the house. At half a mile
they removed their hats and pulled
out their shirt fronts. At twenty rods
their red neckties blushed furiously.
And now Old Tom, having the dig
nifty of q Roman senator, drove the
vehicle between the lines, and the
yelled lady bowed right and left as
every man bent his head and scraped
his right foot. Nothing further could
have been desired by the most criti-
CAL
"And what does she look Iikew was
demanded Of Old Tom as he reached
the stables. where they waited for
him.
Boys, she's cute. She's a locker
She's going to set hearts afire and
cause forty different murders. You
might just as well go into convention
and resolve that every galoot of you
is going to fall head over heels in
love with her at first sight,
Old Toms prediction was fulfilled
Every man as he got sight of Miss
GlaZier fell in love with her or thought
he did. In a week discipline was lax
in fortnight there was none at all
Every cowboy on the ranch wanted to
sit around looking pretty, and the
Chinese cook didn't have time to wash
salf the white shirts awaiting him
Old Tom stormed and the manager
complained, but things continued al
SKIES and sevens. Few Of the mer
could make an errand at the office II
was only while the typist was walk
ing out that they had sight Of her
Three or four got up the nerve to ap
proach her. and the bearing and Ian
guage of all of them were alike. They
bowed and scraped and cleared their
threats and said: