The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-09-03
. Good day 10 you"l

Ziegler's back room and told constantly
augmented circle the story Of the Son They
reserved place for him now, and il was no
ticeable that many Of bis auditors took pains
with their dress. There we're clean shirts
and freshly creased boots silk handkerchiefs
emerged from the corners Of drawers to glad
den the eve; and three or four went to the
length Of shaving Also, they were less eager
to interrupt the current Of his discourse, TO
question the authenticity Of statement or
the human possibility of an incident AS
Father Walsh drew Him. He stood a very
real, grandly brave and lovable figure, in
calm and stress exhibiting in their perfection
those qualities they could appreciate. Once
or twice when listener broke in on the mar
ratice and the priest strayed TO demolish OBJ
jcctions or soothe genuine doubt the ma
jority showed fierce mpatence, and it was
as much to their muttercd imprecations as to
priestly reasoning that instant retreat was
due. Gambling on the seventh day became
unknown. Always the strange service ended
the one way--they drank gravely. the priest
fitting his glass to theirs, and went home
II CHANGED that the Dog Iron men made a
detour and struck the town at high noon
Forty strong, they came fresh from weeks Of
sweating toll with the half wild cattle of the
mountains; they we're on FIRE with the animal
Joy Of life That night the dance hall was
thrown open, the entire town was hidden to
come, and a yearling steer was dragged up for
a barbecue Deadeye looked to see Father
Walsh retire within the Eating House and
shut his ears to the offensive babel He did
nothing Of the kind Instead, he walked the
street unblushingly seeking acquaintance
ship with these turbulent riders OF covland
And when the ball opened that night. he
marched into the hall arm and arm with
Lewis and Lisby, the boss Of the Dog Iron
outfit.
Certain ladies who had been invited, failed
to put in an appearance Let's be decent, y
suggested Lisby, as he despatched the mes
senger, just this once" SO they held a
stagdsnce and It was the noisiest and most
orderly function ever held in Deadeyc
Father Walsh stayed until the end, beaming
on them through the dust and smoke from
the bench along the wall, his red face asbine
with good nature. The goldrcd dawn saw
them surge across the street TO the Eating
House, and then to bed
One day Deadeye woke up and rubbed its
eyes Was this thing real? There on the
border OF The town, not>a bscuit-thro from
The last dwelling teetered the skeleton of a
building With a hammer in his freckled
hst and his mouth full OF nails, Father Walsh
swarrned all over and about 1t, directing the
abors OF two refugees from the republic Of
Mexico. The town gave over all other pui-
suits and congregated to stare and ask ques-
tons
This is to be the church told you Of, = the
priest informed them with simple pride.
The tower will be twenty feet high, boys =
Strsightway they held mass meeting al
Ziegler's, for this was venture affecting
realty values and the commercial prosperity
Of Dcadeye Tom was bitterly opposed to a
church In panic over the possible injury
to his establishment, he saw in the gaunt
framework, so threateningly close the enter
ing wedge Of reform that would sweep Dead
eye clean and he hurled forth so well as he
could remember the savage dcnunciations Of
the Roman power that Lutheran father had
inculcated in early youth--alas. how widely
had Tom himself straycdl He went to the
length Of asserting that Walsh was not reg
ularly ordained priest Some there we're who
applauded his contentions--tlie irresponsible