Anadarko daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 1908-191?, 1909-09-11

His Own Medicine
BY CAROLINE LOCKHART
Copyright, by j. -. Lippincott COP

until tomorrow" said Turner, the bar
keep, In soothing but Unconditional
voice. Never mix business with
pleasure"
but, Turner. You don unerstan',
YOU don unnerstan a.tall She don
love me-nobody loves me-" Helm
Of the Wind River Lumber Company
laid his proud head on the bar and
burst into tears
That's because you don't know
how to make her love you. You don't
show no more sabe than n rabbit
replied the barkeep. coldly.
, Tell me whater say: tell me whater
| do. and I'll do it," Helm clasped his
hands and lifted his streaming eyes
pleadingly 10 The barkecp's stern
| face.
Turner's voice took ON an authori.
tative tone.
when she goes into one of those tan
trums, then's when you want to stand
mp on your hind legs and let her know
you are boss. Keep a stin upper lip
and be cool and kan. Nothing scares
! a woman like dignity. You might say:
Woman. this rumpus must cease.
cannot permit my peace OF mind TO be
disturbed by the ranicaboos of "a hys-
terical female The strain of my
business life is. such that | must have.
perfect rest In my home " you
cannot control yourself, you had bet
ter pack up and make your mother n
long visit"
| tssIhaah Hahn fg
shining with admiration through his
tears. But" his face fell. shay, she
might go. You don't know my wife
-perfec' bronch', reglar mustang
when she's mad"
Women are all alike. You've got
TO make 'em feel the iron hand in the
glove"
Iron hand in the Rloye-thash
good" Helm gurgled with pleasure
Go out now, thish minute, n pair
gloves fr IN iron hand"
Turner watched him with contemp-
tuous eyes until the swinging doors
famed the air behind him.
''Buffaloed!" he muttered, plumb
buffaloed!"
Turner, broad.shouldered, iron -jawed,
with a heavy black mustache droop-
ing over a cynical mouth, lowered
above the polished bar in the only ho-
tel in White River City, Wyo.
Without doing anything in particular
to earn II, he had acquired the reputa-
tion of being bad man" He had
dropped into Wind River City one
evening at sunset and stayed. and no
person had the temerity to inquire
into that past in regard to which he
showed such singular reticence.
Turner had peculiar position in
the community. lie was the recipient
of the heart condolences of every man
who patronized his bar. After ~
o'clock at night the married men
practically stood in line waiting to tell
him why they could not get along
with their wives. His advice was
velued by the younger men, who con
suited him at critical points in their
love affairs. In some indefnable way.
like the acquisition of his reputation
for ferocity, Turner was. believed to
know the heart of woman-like a
book. He interpreted their moods and
actions TO anxious cowpunchers and
range riders. The measures he sug,
gested for the subduing of too high.
spirited women were generally heroic
but this only increased the feeling of
awe for him. il being firmly believed
that Turner would not hesitate to fol
low the advice he doled out so gen
erously to others.
tho nF IAuV T,,l
cowpuncher sat with the high heels
of his elaborately stitched boots
hooked over the top rung of his chair
His cheeks were round and rosy. his
bushy blonde curls looked like a
bunch OF excelsior, and a sweet smile
of contentment played about his girl
ish mouth. Fixing his absent gaze
upon the barkeep, he suddenly real
ized that person was disengaged and
and stood erect.
Let's have something smooth ant
agreeable" he said, in a soft drawl.
Things coming all right at the half
way house?" inquired Turner, careless
; ly, as he mOpped the bar with hi,
. towel.
: Was comm some this afternoon"
0 "So?"
J, Had quite little session with tn,
= old man. Took my gun and wen
, over 10 ask for Jessie. Put II {,
: him straight out behind the house
where he was mendin' a harness. Oh,
4 man few in one door for his gun an,
, | few in the other We met i'm tn,
middle; but there was n SEWN ma
. chine agent there and he thought W,
was after him for talking to the oil,
mans wife. Agent got the drop OF
both of us. Set the old man down il
: chair and backed me clean out I,
my horse. Amusin' old cuss, Jessie
pap; hollered after me that he'd shoe
me on sight"
n What you aim to dO?"
}. "Do2 Jessie's moVin' bar cIotbo,