The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1912-04-28

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There was four square yards of it
, looking like the path of a cyclone that
! has wandered through a stockyard. a
! poultry farm, Vegetable garden and
an Irish linen mill SoIly gets up and
comes around to ME.
Luke says he. I'm pretty hungry
after our ride. thought you said they
had some beans here. I'm going out
and get something ! can eat. You can
stay and monkey with this artificial
layout of grub if you want to-
"'Wait a minute says l.
II called the waiter and slapped S.
Mills on the back of the check for
! $3.50.
What do you mean says l, by
serving gentlemen with lot of truck
| only suitable for deck hands On a
Mississippi steamboat? We're going
out to get something decent to eat
Il walked up the street with the I'M
happy plainsman. He saw saddle
shop open, and some of the sadness
faded from his eyes. We went In. and
he ordered and paid for two more sad
dies.
Then he goes out and heads toward
the river. following his nose. In
little side street, where there was no
street and no sidewalks and no houses.
he finds what he is looking for. We
go into shanty and sit on high stools
among stevedores and boatmen and eat
beans with tin spoons; yes, sir, beans
beans boiled with salt pork.
81 kind of thought we'd strike some
over this way says Solly.
when we had succumbed to the
beans l leads him out of the tarpaulin
steam under a lamppost and pulls out
daily paper with the amusement col
umn folded out.
"'But now what no for a merry
round of pleasure says I. Here's one
of Hall Gaines shows and stock
yard company in "Hamlet."'
"But what does this healthy, wealthy
and wise man do but reach his arms
up to the second story windows and
cape noisily.
"'Reckon I'll be going to bed says
he. It's about my time. st. Louis is
kind Of quiet place, amt it?'
"'Oh, yes says 1; ever since the
railroads ran in here the towns been
practically ruined. Guess we might
as well go to bed Wait till you see
Chicago, though. Shall we get tickets
for the Big Breeze tomorrow"
Thought as Well says Solly. 1
reckon all these towns are about alike
! "Well, marble the wise cicerole anil
personal conductor didn't fall hard in
Chicago! Loolooville on the Lake Is
supposed to have one or two things III
it calculated to keep tile rural visitor
awake after the curfew rings, but not
for the grass fed man Of the pampas.
tried him with theaters. rides IN auto
mobiles, sails on the lake, champagne
suppers and all those little inventions
that hold the simple life III check, but
in vain. Solly grew s:dder day by day.
And got fearful about my salary and
knew l must play my trump card. So
| mentioned New York to him and In
formed him that these western towns
were no more than gateways to the
great walled city Of the whirling der
wishes.
AFTER bought the tickets missed
Solly. knew his habits by then, SO in
a couple Of hours found him in sad
die shop. -.
AT the depot l telegraphed a cigar
store man knew in New York to meet
me at the Twenty-third street ferry
with list Of all the saddle stores in
the city, wanted to know where to
look for Solly when he got lost.
"Now I'll tell you what happened In
New York.
81 began with him like you'd feed a
starving man. l showed him the horse
cars on Broadway and the Staten Is
land ferryboats. And then piled IN
the sensations on him, but always
keeping lot Of warmer ones up my
sleeve.
"At the end Of the third day he look
ed like composite picture of 5000
orphans too late to catch picnic
steamboat, and l was whiting down
collar every two hours wondering how
could please him and whether / was
going to get my thou.
"Once thought / had him. / nailed
pair of cuffs ON him one morning be
fore he was awake, and l dragge;:
him that evening to the palm cage O.
one Of the biggest hotels in the city
to see the Johnnies and the A!ice-Sit-
by-the-Hours. They were out IN m
merous quantities, with the fat Of the
land showing in their clothes. While
we were looking them over Solly al
vested himself of fearful. rusty kind
of laugh. like moving a folding bed
with one roller broken. 1t was his first
in two weeks. and it gave me hope
Right you are says l. They're
funny lot of postcards. aren't theyT
"'Oh. | wasn't thinking of them
dudes and culls on the hoof.' says he.
I was thinking of the time me and
George put sheep dip in Horsehead
Johnson's whisky. | wish was back
in Atascosa City says he.