The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1911-01-04

| got. Been 1nIenQ1n TO tell you all
week. but buyin' Christmas gifts
fer the missus an the kids l for
got. Smiths been raisin' a big
howl about not gettin' back to the
legislator. Says he oughter git
another term. Coin round among
the boys an kickin like a mule"
Cant help that. l promised
Stoughton, and he goes"
"Of course. You say so, and
he goes. Smiths kickin'. amt do
in him no good. The boys just
laughs at him an tells him to
take orders an shut up an that
he hain't no right to hog his job
anyways. 'Tain't him that's rails
in the trouble, but young Teller
named Remington. An he aint
no SLOUGH, you hear me. He's the
Teller / told you about came down
to the Liberty Hall meetin' last
campaign. The boys was waitin'
an CROWN impatient, until long
about nine o'clock in comes a tall
young Teller, regular kid. Good
locker, with long, curly hair an
a dashin kind of way. An
swell? He made me feel like a
glass fact'ry, an / had on me
hundred-dollar suit, too. He
Chairman, my names Remington
an I'm here to make a speech At
that the boys sets up a yell, boot
in an guyin' him like four of a
kind. Swell chap doesn't say a
word, but offs with his overcoat
an sits on the table with his
hands in his pockets, laughin' as
! If he had good joke on some
body else. Fin'ly the boys let up
fer lack of wind. Then he starts
/ in an tells a story fit to make you
bust. The boys laughs hard until
they begun to see the point was
on them. Then he gives 'em the
worst tongue-lashin you ever
heard. / thought there would be
trouble an was gittin' ready to
keep the peace, when one of the
boys sings out, You're all right
kid An damn me if they didn't
cheer him louder than they'd guy
ed him. Then he talked fer near
an hour. An talk! Say, that kid
had 'em all tied in a knot. When
he was through, they all crowded
= up to him an wanted to buy
drinks. o, he's a corker, an nc
: mistake!"
We'll, what of him?" Bob in
, terrupted Haggin's flow, some
!, what impatiently.
He's takin' the Smith end o
the row. Lives in the Seventh
Stoughton's own ward, you know
gets himself elected precinc
: chairman-how, l don't know
Goes to ward committee meetin'
officer-electin' night. Gets him
: self elected ward chairman-how
l don know. An now he's goin
=. round sayin' faint fair to turf
Smith down this trip. He's get
tin the boys stirred up some
too"
"Why didn't you send him t.
me?"
81 did try to. He said, You tel
Bob McAdoo to go plumb to thun
der. If he wants to see me, le
him come to me-"
"You call the district commit
tee together Monday. I'll fix him,
Bob promised grimly.
Cans you make it Tuesday!
Mondays Christmas"
What of that
"Well," Haggin explained apol
ogetically, 1.-The boys like to be of
Chris mus, you know, with the
: kids"
: Cant help 1t. I've got to &C
} out of town Tuesday. Make il
! Monday night"
J, "All right" Haggin assented re.
gretfully. Il suppose you'll have
to turn the kid down. l hate tc
|, do it, though. He's such a cork.
er. Well, l must be goin'."
"Wait a minute, Tom" Bob sal
down and filled out check
Here's something for Christ
mas"
what! You givin' Chris mus
gifts?" Haggin took the check in
amazement.
Bob's face burned red at some
thing implied in Higgins words.
why not?" he retorted gruffly.
"You need another diamond, Tom.
Here's another for the boys in the
Fourth. They haven't found
much pickings lately"
How d'you know l won't keep
it, too?"
Nonsense, Tom! I know you"
Haggin swallowed hard. "Mr.
McAdoo," he said awkwardly,
you're a man. I'd ruther hear
them words than git the check. l
hain't words to thank you. Merry
Chris must"
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