The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1910-09-08

I was compressed III II. L forgot thi
snow, and | forgot that me and ole
Idaho was on the outs
idaho" says |, what kind of 1
book is yoursf'
| Idaho must have forgot. too. for BIZ
answered moderate. without any sian
der or malignity
1 why" says be. this here seems t
be volume by Homer K. NJ"
Homer X. III. what?" / asks.
why, just Homer X. NJ" says he
You're liar" says l, a little riled
that Idaho should try to put me up d
tree. No man is going around signing
books with his initials. Ii it's Homer
*. N. Spoopendyke, or Homer *. NJ
McSweeney. or Homer K. NJ. Jones
/ why don't you say SO like man In.
stead of biting Off the end of It like q
calf chewing off the tail of a shirt on
clothesline?'
Il put 1t to you straight, Sandy
| says Idaho, quiet. Its q poem book, .
says he, .sby Homer X. NJ. | couldn't
| get color out of it at first, but there's
a vein If you follow 1t up. / wouldn't
have missed this book for. pair OF
red blankets"
You're welcome to It, says l.
what you've got says Idaho, ais
statistics. the lowest grade of informa,
ton that exists, They'll poison your
mind Give me old X. Ms system Of
sur1nises. He seems TO be a kind of q
wine agent Ills regular toast is
nothing doing, and he seems to have
a crouch, but he keeps 1t so well lubri
Gated with booze that his worst kicks
sound like an invitation to split n
quart. But it's poetry" says idaho.
land | have sensations of scorn for
that truck Of yours that tries to con
vey sense In feet and inches. "
So that's the way me and Idaho had
IL. Day and night all the excitement
we got was studying our books. That
snowstorm sure fixed us with fine lot
of attainments apiece.
That spring me and Idaho struck
pay ore. It was habit of ours to sell
out quick and keep moving. We I'm
loaded on our grubstaker for $4,000
apiece, and then we drifted down to
this little town of Rosa. on the Salmon
river, to rest up aud get some human
grub and have our whiskers harvested
Rosa was no mining camp. 1t laid
In the valley. md was as free of up.
roar and pestilence as one of them
rural towns lii the country There was
three mile trolley line champfng its
bit in the enyirons. and me and Idaho
spent week riding on one Of the cars.
dropping of of nights at the Sunset
View hotel Being now well read ms
well as travelled. we was soon pro re
nata with the best society in Rosa
and was invited out to the most dress.
ed up and high toned entertainments.
1t was at a piano recital and quail eat
ing contest In the city hall. for the ben.
eft of the fire company. that me and
Idaho first met Mrs. De Ornand Samp.
son, the queen of Rosa society.
Mrs Sampson was d widow and own
ed the only two story house In town
1t was painted yellow. and whichever
way you looked from you could sec II
as plain as egg on the chin of an
0'Grady on a Friday. Twenty-Five
men In Rosa besides me and Idaho WINS
trying to stake claim on that yellow
house
There was q dance after the song
books and quail bones had been raked
out of the hall Twentv-three of the
bunch gailoped over to Mrs Sampson
and asked for a dance. sidestepped
the twostep ind asked permission 10.
escort her home That's whore made
d hit.
On the way home says she.
"Ain't the stars lovely and bright
tonight. Mr.. Pratt 2"
"For the chance they We got says
/, .'theyfre humping themselves IN d
mighty creditable way That big one
you see is Gg.o00. geo 900 of miles dis
tant. It took thirty-six years for Its
light to reach us. with an eighteen
foot telescope you can see 43,0o0.o00
of 'eln. including them of the thir
teenth magnitude. which. If one was to !
90 OUT now, you would keep on seeing
1t for 200 years. :
fMy!' says Mrs Sampson 81 never
knew that before How warm ii is.
I'm as damp as / can be from dancing
so much
eThat's easy to account for says |.
when you happen to know that you've
got 100000 sweat glands working
all at once. II every one Of your
perspiratory ducts. which are a quar-
ter of ali inch long was placed end
TO end they would reach a distance Of
seven miles.
tLavsy!s says Mrs. Sampson. III
sounds like an irrigation ditch You was
describing. Mr.. Pratt. How do you
get all this knowledge Of inforrna
tion?'s
From observation. Mrs Sampson.
I tells her = keep my eyes open
when go about the world
Mr. Pratt, says she. Il always
did admire q nian Of education There
are so few scholars among The sap