The Red Cloud chief., 1910-11-24
THE RISKS
HE RAN

gravely at each other.
Well" said the one in the chair
with loud sigh, "if he will do It he
WILL suppose. and there's no stop.
ping him. Dick always was stub.
bOrn!"
Yes" said the one on the couch.
1--WE might as we'll close our eyes on
the sad sight and try to forget IT, be.
cause worrying win do no gool. Still,
it's hard to see him running these
terrible risks Dickic, Dickic. pause
in time!'
What's the matter with you fel.
lows?" mumbled the one at the desk
without stopping his busy pen.
Nothing is the matter with u.s."
replied the young man in the wicker
chair with great dignity. Every one
in the world isn't selfish Occasion.
ally Bill and devote some time to
thinking about others. Just now you
are on our minds. We wish you
wouldn't, Dickic."
Wouldn't what snapped the one
at the desk, glancing up in an an,
noyed way.
They simply shook their heads at
him and did not answer.
When the young man at the desk
again was hard at work the young
man on the couch spoke up. They
never consider how it will sound in
court" he said plaintiyely They
go splashing their iumost thoughts all
over a sheet of paper and inventing
new pet names for the only girl on
earth without stopping to remember
that in five years she'll be miles be.
hind them in their forward rush. But
she'll not forget! She'll have all those
poetic epistles tied up with pink rib.
bon ready to hand over to her lawyer
and she'll have on a becoming dress
and flower hat and she'll make
pathetic eyes at the jury whenever
she isn't weeping bitterly over the
perfidy OF her false lover. So the Jury
will arise as one sympathetic man
and"
"Aw, cut it OUT" growled the man
at the writing desk. Il cant think.
You don't need to think, believe
mel" responded the young man in the
wicker chair. The less you think
the better, for when the letters are
produced in court maybe you can
make a plea Of insanity stick
Write sort of wild and rambling
Dickie. That's your only salvation
The girl will like what you say all
the better, because she will think you
are intoxicated with love for her
Later on the judge will say, Poor, de-
mentcd man and let you off with a
warning to your family to look after
you.
Think, Dickie, how dreadful it will
be after you have achieved side
! whiskers and reputation to have a
| bunch Of those letters come out on
| the front pages of the newspapers
where all your neighbors can enjoy
them with their breakfast coffee
| You'll feel SO comfortable sprintine
down the street for your car knowing
that people are watching you from
behind their parlor window curtains
and saying, How could it be possible
|
ly whiskersn"
And II really isn't necessary" de
clared the man on the couch. "Wher
you feel that way and find yourself
looking for pen and paper just go anC
take cold shower bath That viii
help. If 1t does not get you into {
sufficiently sensible frame of mind
put little cracked ice on your fore
head
Il knew a man once who persisted
in writing to girl and what do yol
think happened to him? She married
him. Yes, sir, that's what she did
Took him in the bloom of his you'll
and tied him up for life. Writinl
those superheated letters sort o
hypnoti2ed him into thinking he reall,
felt the way he said he felt. o
course, the infatuation wore off an,
then consider his awful state O
mind"
Il wouldn't be as funny as you tw,
think you are for anything" brok,
out the badgered one at the desk.
"Of coarse you wouldn't If you coul,
help 1t, Dickie," soothed the youn,
man In the chair. But you are! An.
young man writing love letter is to,
far gone to control himself withou
good advice. Fortunately, we are her,
10 advise you. Say-he's beginning
) second letter! Great heavens! Is h
as bad as that? Writing 'em whole
sale to lot of foolish girls who trus
him? Oh, say, I'd stick up for hin
in court if he was just plain foolisl
and made love TO one girl but friend
p ship tlnches at duplicity aud decer
: tion. Don't expect me to help yo
out when the whole halfdozcn q
them sue you simultaneously 70
breach of pTomise"
"Nor me-" threatened the youn
man on the couch in a tone OF grea
Indignation.
The young man at the desk aros
and surveyed them blandly. Il hop
you blooming idiots nave enjoye
yourselves" he said pleasantly. 81
you must know, was writing to m
faVnrAh nd