The Ward County independent. [volume] (Minot, Ward County, N.D.) 1902-1965, 1912-02-01

regular Kld. Gooo IooKer; VIVA ron.
curly hair an dashin' kind Of way
An swell? He made me feel like q
glass fact'ry, an had on me hunderd
dollar suit too. He steps up to me
an says, Mr.. Chairman. my names
Remington, an Pm here to make a
speech AT that the boys sets up a
yell, hootin' 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 a good
joke on somebody else. Fin'ly thu
boys let's up fer lack of wind. Then
he starts in an tells a story 1T 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. l
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 dasl, me If they didn't
cheer him louder than they'd guyed
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 him drinks. Oh, he's a corker
an no mistake"
"Well, what of him?" Bob interrupt
ed Haggin's flow somewhat impatient
~.
Hes takin' the Smith end Of the
row. Lives in the Seventh-Stough.
toms own ward. you know-gets him.
self elected ward chairman-how,
don't know. An now he's goin' round
sayin' faint fair to turn Smith down
this trip. He's gettin' the boys stirred
up some too"
"Why didn't you send him to me?''
~ did try to- He said: You tell Bob
McAdoo to go plumb to thunder. If he
wants to see me let him come to me- >"
"You call the district committee to-
gether Monday. III fix him." Bob
promised grimly.
''Can't you make it Tuesday? Mon
days Chris mus
"What Of that?"
"Well," Haggin explained apologet
ically. 1.-The boys like to be OF Chris
mus, you know. with the kids"
"Can't help it. I've got to go out of
town Tuesday. Make it Monday night"
"All right" Haggin assented regret
fully. Il suppose you'll have to turn
the kid down. l hate to do it. though,
he's such a corker. well, must be
goin'"
"Wait minute. Tom" Bob sat
down and filled out check. Here's
something for Christmas"
"What! You givin' Chris mus gifts?"
Haggin took the check in amazement.
Bob's face burned red at something
implied in Haggin's words. ''Why
not?' he rctorted gruff1y. You need
another diamond, Tom. Here's anoth-
or for the boys in the Fourth. They
haven't found much pickings lately
"How d'you know I won't keep it
too" s p.
Nonsense, Tom. know you"
Haggin swallowed hard "Mr. Nc
Adoo." he said awkwardly. you're
man. I'd ruther hear them words than
git the check. hain't words to thank
you. Merry Chris mus!'
1.-The old man givin' Chris'mu gifts
an tellin' me he trusts me!' he muir
INJURED to himself in the corridor.
Ranged if he amt changin'! Hanged
II don't believe he's got BOWLS, after
alp
Bob stood staring at his check book.
Finally he sat down and lighted
4esh cigar.
AL Of which is nonsense" he ex-
claimed in tone of disgust, although
apropos of what he did not indicate.
Nevertheless, since I have been fool
lsh for once, l might as well carry it
to the end by getting something for
the Films. They've earned 1t. that's
sure" "
He closed his desk with slam and,
putting on his overcoat, went out into
the Christmas atmosphere.