The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1912-02-09
A HOBO'S
DREAMS
BY M. QUAD
Copyright, 1911, by Associated Lit
erary Press.
BY NJ. QUAD

On a summer day two hobOes drop
ped off a freight train at the village
Of Bakersville and inquired for the
home of Justice of the Peace VIII
liams They were directed to the lar
gest house in the place, for the Judge,
as he was called, was the big man
around there. He had several reputa-
lions, one Of which was being down
on railroad and highway tramps.
Judge Williams lay in a hammock
under a cherry tree In his front yard
when he heard the gate open. As he
sat up and looked he rubbed his eyes.
Was it possible that he saw Alright
two husky hoboes at the gate as bold
as brass? Yes, they were there. AS
the Judge continued to stare one of
them retreated. but the other advanc-
ed with a staggering and defiant gait.
The gait alone raised the judges gall.
1t could belong to none other than a
beetle browed villain.
Hello. old hossv' was the saluta-
ton as the hobo paused.
Old boss. Never before In his life
had the great man been thus address
ed. and it was now right In his own
yard. Could 1t be possible that his
ears had heard the words?
At that moment q consta bic arrived
on the run. and he was ordered to es-
cort the hobo into court without a
moments delay. The man didn't re-
sist. On the contrary, be grinned and
went willingly. He continued to grin
as he got ninety day sentence and
was taken over to the JAIL He seem
ed perfectly satisfied. His comrade
was chased a mile. but got away.
The hobo had served FIVE days Of his
sentence and was the only inmate of
the jug when he said to the jailer as
his breakfast was handed in:
III you was to dream the same
dream five nights runnin' would you
think there was anything to it?'
Five times over. eh?" Queried the
jailer
Five times straight-same tree,
same ground. same diggin' down three
feet and hearin' the spade strike a
box"
What did you dream you were dig.
ging for?'
Gold"
The jailer couldn't tell whether he
was being guyed or not. and he turned
away without any further questions
Next day be hoped to hear the hobo
say be had dreamed for the sixth time
but the matter was not mentioned un-
til two more nights had passed. Then
the prisoner fidgeted around and final.
ly said:
II wish | knowed an honest man
around here"
"Why!" was naturally asked.
He'd have to be as square as a dot
If | knowed such a man Id tell him
something worth lookin' into
Been dreaming that dream again?
Yes 1t sticks right by me. I'm
beginnin' to think the gold is there
The jailer tried to get him to say
more but he was clam He had said
enough to excite interest and cupidity.
however. and that day the jailer took
a scout around The hobo had spoken
of lone tree In two hours walk the
jailer discovered forty lone trees with
in mile of the Jail. There might be
box OF gold at the roots of any one
of them. but he couldn't spare weeks
and months to find out He was now
a believer In the hobO's dream. He
wanted a share of that treasure. and
so be played a new hand
Look here. Sam" he said to his
prisoner: I'm an honest man and
man of my word If you've got any
thing on hand I'll go in with you on ar
even whack."
You see. | don't know you." was
the reply.
But | tell you I'm all right. Tv'
lived right here for thirty years. ant
no man can say owe him a cent o.
ever broke my word"
There may be nothing to It."
But tell me what you dreamed.
Il dream Of diggin' down three