The Washington herald., 1912-12-29
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EIHE JILIINU .OF NIX. DHIOOOLL y

OF soft-boiled. in which her an me was
struggilni TO the howlin' Of tearfn'
tempest OF blats.
At last we arrived at Chamberlain.
An here's where the head-end collision
of principles comes in. that mentioned
while ago. Here's where Aconite Drts-
coll, who for days had been give
mothers care to two hundred cavys. was
condemned fr cruelty; an when he'd
been strainIn' every nerve an disturbin'
the egg market TO keep from Dustin
set Of concealed claws in a government
contract, he was banished as an egg
cessory to the crime OF blIkin' poor 10.
This tragedy happens out west o the
river at the Issue House.
Reddy had a string Of wagons with
hog-racks onto 'em waitin' in the switch
yards when we whistled in, an the way
we yanked them infants OF the cars and
trundled 'em over the pontoon bridge,
an hit the trail fr the Issue House, was
high-class piece O. teamin'. We pow
dered across the country like the first
batch of sooners at a reservation open
in. Out on the prairie was Reddy an
his punchers, slowly dribblin' the last of
his steers into the delivery, too anxious
fr me an the cavys to be ashamed or
their. emaciation. Out behind butte.
ne mad concealed a OI CO"-5tIAA
he'd deppytized as mothers pro tenn to
my waits. The right way tive done. o.
course, wouldve been to incorporated
the two punches in a unassunin' way
at a remoter place, an drove 'em gent
ly in as much like cattle o the same
family circles as yeh could make EN-
look But they want time. The end
gates was jerked out, an the wagons
urgently emptieed ike upsettin' sleigh
comm home from spellin' school. Most
all the orphans could an did walk, an I
was so tickled at this testimonial to the
egg-cure fr youthful weakness, that We
had 'em halfway to the place where the
knives o. their owners-elect was a walt
in EN- when / looked around an seen
Miss Ainsley, an the Chamberlain lady
she was astayin' with, standin' where
they must "a seen the way We mussed
the cavys hair up in gettin' OF EN- on
the ground.
Gladys eyes was a-bIazin', an they
was a red spot in each cheek. she
seemed sort o. pressin' forwards, like she
wanted to mix It up, an her lady friend
was tryin' to head her of. ! saw she
didn't recognize me, an l didn't thirst
fr recognition. I knew that love ain [
so blind as she's been advertised, an
that ] wouldn't never, no. never, be a
matters nobIeman no more II she ever
tumbled to the fact that the human
omelette runnin' this calff business was
A. Driscoll. It was only a case OF
sweet-gal-graduate palpitation o the
heart anyhow, an needed the bronzed
cheek, the droopln' mustache. the range
clo'es, the deadly gun, the diamond hitch,
and the centaur biz to keep II up to its
wonted pslp.
An what was it that was offered to
the gaze O. this romantic piece o Gallo
ker? Try to realize the truth in all its
heejusness. Here was the aforemen-
toned DriscoIl arrayed in what was once
an Al fifteen-dollar suit OF clay-wor-
steds, a good billed shirt, an a new
celluloid collar. But how changed from
what had been but three short days ago
the cinnersure Of the eye of every sure
thing or conman on South Halstead
Street? Seventy-five per cent of eight
cases OF eggs had went billerin' over him.
The shells Of the same chung like bar
nacles TO his apparel. His curtin locks
was matted an mucilaged like he'd made
a premature getaway from some liberal
minded shampooer: an from under his
beetlin' brows that looked like birds
nests from which broods had just hatch
ed, gIared eyes with whence an crime
in every glance. Verify. Aconite was a
beaut. An here a-comin' down upon
him like the angel O. the Lord on the
Assyrian host. come a starchy. lacey
flmy. ribbiny gal. that had onst let him
hold her hand. by gum! her eyes burnin
with vengeance. an that kinder cQrn'
shucky rustIin' that emanated mysteri'
ousIy from her dress as she walked, a
DRAWN nearder an nearder every breath
Gladys! Gladys says her lady
friend An as GLADYS slowed UP, she
SAYS. lower: Il wouldn't interfere In
this il were you. dear"
II must" says Gladys. It's my duty
I can't permit dumb animals to be treat
ed so without a protest 1t is civic cow
ardice not to do 'disagreeable things for
principle. I wish to speak to the man In
charge, please
KEEP mingIin' with the herd. not
carin' to have disagreeable things done
to me for principle, but she cuts me out
an saws. says she. DO you know that
there's a law against cruelty to dumt
animals2''
They amt dumb" says I. trying tC
change my voice. an officin' up to Reddy
to shove 'em along to their fate while
held the foe in play. When you've
associated with these cute little cusses
as long an intermately as l have, ma'am
you'll know that they have a language
an an eIlerQuence all their own. that
takes EN- out of the provisions o that
law you speak of. an"
Here's where l overplays my hand. an
lets her get onto the genuyne tones OF
my voice. I Ortn't to done this, f'r she
heard it at close range. An to make
dead cinch put of a good gamblin
proposition, I looked her in the eyes
1t was all off in a breath. She give a
sort of gasp as IL somethin' cold had hit
her, an went petrified, sort O. slow like
oh" says she, turnin' her head &c
her friend. Il understand now what II
was your husband was laughing about
and his odious jokes about fooling the
inspector; and the bearing of the article