Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-11-11

I'm looking for a change OF I'm
en- for the boy, Solomon" he said. LET
me bring you a garment or two. En-
how few men you'll find Of my build !;
those last shirts I got were ugnt
around the armholes and had no more
tail than rabbit"
Two nights later Mr.. Mahaffy acr
cepted a complete change of under lin
en-, but without visible sign OF graft
tude.
A night later the Judge disappeared
from camp, and after a prolonged an
sence returned putting and painting
with three watermelons, which proved
to be green, since his activity had
been much in advance of the season.
'I don't suppose there Is any greater
tax on human ingenuity than to carry
three watermelons!" he remarked.
"The human structure Is ideally adapt
ed to the transportation Of two-it can
be done with comfort; but when
BODY tackles three he finds that ma
ture herself is opposed to the proceed
ing! Well, 7 am going back for
begun l saw in fence corner. Han
nibal will enjoy that-a child Is al
ways wanting sweets!"
In this fashion they Jared gaily
across the state, but as they neared
the Mississippi the Judge began to
consider the future. His bright and
Illuminating intelligence dealt with
this problem in all its many sidedness.
81 wish you'd enter one OF the
learned professions, Solomon-have
you ever thought of medicine?" he in
ouired. Mr.. Mahaffy laughed. But
why not, Solomon? There is nothing
like a degree or title-that always
stamps a man, gives him standing
What do know about the human
system?'
81 should certainly hope you know
as much as the average doctor knows.
We could locate in. one Of these new
towns where they have the river on
one side and the canal on the other,
and where everybody has the ag1le--'
what do know about medicine?'
inquired Mahaffy. ...
"As much as Aeculapius, no doubt
even he had to make a beginning
The torch OF science wasn't lit In q
day-you must be willing to wait; but
you've got good sick room manner.
Have you ever thought Of opening an
undertaker's stop? If you couldn't
cure them you might bury them"
A certain hot afternoon brought
them into the shaded main street OF
struggling village. Near the door
Of the principal building, frame tay-
ern, a man was seated, with his feet
on the horse rack There, was no
other sign of human occupancy.
How do YOU do, sir said the judge
hating before this solitary individual
whom he conjectured to be the land
lord. The man nodded, thrusting his
thumbs into the armholes of his vest.
whats the name Of this busting
metropolis?" continued the Judge,
cooking his head on one side.
AS he spoke, Bruce Darlington ap'
peared in the tavern door; pauslns
there, he glanced curiously at the
shabby wayfarers.
This is Raleigh, in Shelby county,
Tennessee, one Of the states of the
union of which, no doubt, you've heard
rumor in your wanderings," said the
landlord.
Are you the voice from the tomb?
inquired the judge, in a tone Of play
full sarcasm.
Darlington, amused, sauntered to-
ward him.
That's one for you, Mr.. Pegloe!"
he said.
81 am charmed to meet a gentle.
man whose spirit of appreciation
shows his familiarity with literary
allusion," said the judge, bowling.
I'VE amt so dead as we look" said
Pegloe Just you keep on to Boggs'
race track, straight down the road,
and you'll find that out-everybody 8
there to the boss racing and shooting
match. I reckon you've missed the
boss racing, but you'll be in time for
the shooting. Why amt you there,
Mr.. Carrington?"
"1'm going now, Mr.. Pegloe," an.
swered Darlington, as he followed the
Judge, who, with Mahaffy and the boy,
had moved off.
Better stop at Boggs!'' Pegloe call.
ed after them.
But the Judge had already forms.
his decision. Horse racing and shoot,
ing matches were suggestive of that
progressive spirit, the absence of
which he had SO much lamented at the
Jail raising at Pleasantville Memphis
was their objective point, but Bogg's
became side issue of Importance.
They had gained the edge Of the vii
lage when Darlington overlook them.
He stepped to Hannibals side.
Here, let me carry that long rifle,
SOM" he said. Hannibal looked up in.
to his face and yielded the piece with.
out a word. Darlington balanced 1t on
his big, muscular palm. Il reckon it
can shoot-these old guns are hard to
beat!" he observed.
She's the clostest shooting rife l
ever sighted" said Hannibal prompt
ly. "You had ought to see the Judge
shoot henry! he never misses!"
Darlington laughed
THE clostest shooting rifle you ever
sight-eh?" he repeated. "Why
aren't you afraid of it,"
NO said Hannibal scornfully. "Bu;
she kicks you some II you don't hold
nar right
There was a rusty name plate On THE