Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1910-12-17
S TrimFy Wafflcs, the horse
shed man, stamped into
the bunk-house n whirl
nf hlindinr snnM SWent in

OF binding snow swept In
at the oD,h door. sizzling as IL
struck lie hot stove and driving
furious.y into the farther recesses
of the room. a quick glance into
the thickcning gloom of the night
showed the clump Of pines over by
the corral bending In great curves
before the Wild gusts and back of
them masses of drifty clouds driv-
ing in jostling race to the west
Trimpy slammed the door, shook
his slicker and tossed 1t aside.
Then, smuggling uP to the stove. he
gazcd a little obviously at the men
as he observed:
Plenty of weather, oh just the
kind of night that Cal Wesncr stole
the Santa claus!"
There was light shunlng of
feet: then Bud Tanning laughed
derisivcly.
You're ropin the wrong steer.
Trimpy. You can't run off any real
nice little OIL made-up yarn TO
bride an corrupt us, into putin
up the boss's team when he drives
in. It's your trick an you'll take
IT."
Trlmpy deity rolled a cigarette
and touched it to a coal in the ash
pan Then he continued:
Likewise an also t was Santa
Claus that brought little Buddy
Rowland to the Tumbing Fl
runch.''
starts off with n mix-up."
sneered Grcaser Pete. Santa don't
bring no kids; it's u stork yer
meanderin' about
(Which the same may be true"
agreed Trimpy, but it wore tn
same gorgeous apparel that's cor
rect an fashionable for Santa
Claus; shecpskin chaps hangin'
from TIL neck an cowhide boots
an a coyote skin cap-an' big
heard like Shylock's." The only
book Trlmpy ever read was Shake
speare.
"shylock!" exclaimed Greaser,
"Thcre was Shyloclt on the Triple
G ranch while back--a pin-head-
cd Dutchman with eyes that looked
north and south at the same time.
But he didn't have no beard"
"This Shylock wasn't no Triple
G. man." reproved Trimpy HE
was money lender an his brand
was tn Triangle Three Balls
which the same you'll get some
familiar with If you continue bet
tin on little pair of queens an
two spot"
Grcascr subsidized with n guilty
grin and Trimpy smoked on, Bud
Tanning shulflcd round uneasily
for several minutes. Then he NUT
tered:
",rhc boss won't get back fur over
an hour yet. you'll have plenty Of
time to prove 20 Greascr that it
was Santa Claus an not n stork-
or you're plum wishful fer to-"
"Not so you'd notice It," drawled
Trlmpy
"An' I'm not sayln but what
u ~ IlNip WIN ~ piD''S'i'' - wy
yarn has bnrb-wirc confinement
in It." persisted Tanning.
TrmIy rolled another cigarette
from Fanning's preferred tobacco
bag and commenced;
'''Twas eight years ago this win
ter that the trouble happened that
took the laugh out of Missus
Howand's voicc-an' out of tn
hosss, too. Not hut what 1t came
into their eyes some after awhile,
but 1t was always n sure mournful
look If 1t was smile Buddy was
then six-years-old and the prize
Z blue-ribhon kid from the Big
Muddy to the salmon river. He
sure was! He'd rope his dog-a
knce-sprung brnde--as cute MS
Faaning'll rope II two-Ycar-old;
an ride his pony similar,
1T was two days before Christ
mas. same rs this. but good, clear
: weather through tn day, an Bud
dy had ridden his pony--a flea
1 bitten sorrcl that Rowland brought
back from Omaha where he'd been
with two cars Of stcors--ovcr to the
Hinsman ranch ut the mouth of
Lurlat canyon. Towards night the
clouds banked UP as they did this
afternoon ana when 1t got dark
Rowland saddlcd his horse and
went to look for the boy Present
~ / felt some uneasy and I follow