Los Angeles herald., 1910-11-27

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To celebrate the passage of the bill by
the senate the gang must ride wildly
through the town, creating uproar ana
excitement. Liquor must be partaken
of, the suburbs shot up ana the glory
of the San Saba country vociferously
proclaimed. A Fart of the program
had been carried out in the saloons on
the way up.
little beast prancing with
fire and int lligence. He was CAD to
feel Lonny's bowleggsd grip against
his ribs again. Lonny was his friend,
and he was willing to do things Tor
him.
"Come on, boys" sail Lonny, gu'd-
ing Hot Tamales into gallop with. his
knees. With a whoop the inspired
lobby tore after through the dust.
Lonny led his cohorts straight for the
capitol With a wild yell the gang IN
dorsed his now evident inteLt'on OF
riding into it. Hooray for San SABA!
Up the four broad limestone steps
cattered the broncos of the coWpuncn-
ers. Into the resounding hallway they
battered. scattering In dismay those
passing on foot Lonny, in the lead,
showed Hot Tamales direct for the
great picture. At that hour a down.
mourning. soft light from the second
story windows bathed the big canvas.
Against the darker background OF the
hall the painting stood out with valu-
able effect. In spite of the defects OF
the art you could almost fancy tnat
you gazed out upon a landscape. You
might well finch a step from the con-
yincing figure of the Efe-sized steer
stampeding across the grass. Perhaps
it thus seemed to Hot Tamales
scene was in his line. Perhaps he only
obeyed the will Of his rider. HIS ears
pricked up; he snorted. Lonny leaned
forward IN the saddle and elevated ms
cowpuncher to his steed to launch him
self full speed ahead. Did Hot Ta-
males fancy he saw steer, red ana
cavorting, that should be headed on
and driven back to herd? There was
a fierce clatter of hcofs, a rush, gain
ering of steely flank muscles, a leap 10
the jerk of the bride rein, and Hot
Tamales. with Lonny bending low In
the saddle to dodge the top of the
frame, ripped through the great can
vas like a shell from mortar, leaving
the cloth hanging in ragged shreds
about monstrous hole.
Quickly Lonny pulled up his pony
and rounded the pillars. Spectators
came running. too astonished to add
speech to the commot on. Ine s-rsea1s- 4s
alarms of the house came forth,
frowned, looked ominous and then
grinned. Many of the legislators
crowded out to observe the tumult.
Lonny's cowpunchers were stricken to
silent horror by his mad deed.
Senator Kinny happened to be among
the earliest to emerge. Before he could
speak Lonny leaned in his saddle as
Hot Tamales pranced, pointed his quirt
at the senators and said, calmly:
"That was fine speech you made to-
day, mister, but you might as well let
up on that preparation business.
amt askin' the state to give me moth
in. thought 1 had a picture to sell
to it, but it wasn't one. You said a
heap of things about Grandfather
Briscoe that makes me kind of proud
I'm his grandson. Well, the Brisc es
amt takin' presents from the state
yet Anybody can have the frame that
wants it. Hit her up, boys"
Away scuttled the San Saba delega-
tion out of the hall. down the steps,
along the dusty street.
Half way to the San Saba country
they camped that night. At bedtime
Lonny stole away from the campfire
and sought Hot Tamales, placidly eat
ing grass at the end of his stake rope.
Lonny hung upon his neck, and his art
aspiration went forth forever in one
long, regretful sigh. But as he thus
made renunciation his breath formed
a word or two.
"You was the only one, Tamales,
what seen anything in 1t. 1t did look
Ike a steer, didn't it, old hoss?"
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