Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-08-12


seising his cue, he kicked and bella
bored the PROSTATE Celestial in fever
ish silence. He desisted and rolled
across the porch to Bailey. Staring
truculently up at the landlord. he
spoke for the first time.
was right in supposing that some
thing amused YEP
mo, sir: reckon you're mistaken.
amt observed anything frivolous
yet"
"Glad OF it, suii the little nan. ~
don't like Teller to hog joke all BY
himself. Some Of the Bar Z boys
took to absorbing humor out Of my
shape when ! first went to work. but
they're sort OF educated out Of It now.
I got an eye from one and finger OF
Of another. The last one donated
ear"
Bailey readily conceived this man as
q bad antagonist. for the heavy corded
neck had split buttons from the blue
shirt. and he glimpsed chest hairy
and round as drum, while the brown
arms showed knotty and hardened.
Lets liquor" he said and led the
way into the big. low room serving as
bar. dining and living room. From
the rear came vicious Gatherings and
slammings Of pots, mingled With orien-
tai lamentations, indicating an aching
body rather than q chastened spirit
"Don't see ye often" he continued,
with touch OF implied curiosity.
mo. the old man don't femme get
away much He knows that dwelling
close to the ground, as do, pine for
spiritual elevation" With a melting
glance at the bottles behind the bar.
doing much to explain the size Of his
first drink.
Like it, do yer questioned Bailey.
Indicating the shelf.
"Well, not exactly. Booze is like air
Il need 1t. 1t makes new man out
Of me and usually ends by getting both
me and the new one laid or"
"Didn't hear nothing of the wedding
over at Los Huecos. did yes"
mo. Whose wedding?"
ROSS Turney, the new sheriff"
"Ye don't say! Him that's been
elected on purpose to round up the
Tremper gang. hey? Who's his an
tagonist?"
'Old man Miller's gal. He's cele-
brating his election BY getting spliced.
been expecting Of 'em across this
way tonight. but guess they took
the Black Butte trail. Ye heard what
he said, didn't ye2 Claims that In
side Of ninety days he'll rid the coun-
ty of the Trempers and give the re-
ward to his wife for bridal present
Five thousand dollars on 'em. ye
know" Bailey grinned evilly and
continued: "Say. Marsh Tremper II
ride up to his house some night and
make him eat his own gun in front Of
his bride. see If he don't. Then therel
be cause for an inquest and an cleo
ton" He spoke with what struck
the teamster as unnecessary heat
Dunno" said the other. '.rurney's
brash young Teller. near. but he's
game. 'Tain't any Of my business.
though. and don't want none of bis
contrac'. I'm violently addicted to
peace and quiet, / am. Guess ~! un-
hitch"
As the saddened Joy lit candles in
the front room there came the rattle
of wheels without. and blackboard
stopped in the bar of light from the
door. Bailey's anxiety was replaced
by a mask of listless surprise as the
voice OF Ross Turney called to him:
Hello. there. Bailey: Are we in
time for supper? II not. I'll start an
instruction with that Boxer of yours.
Hes got to turn out the snortingest
supper OF the season tonight. II ISM:
every day your shack Is honored by
q bride. Mr. Bailey. this is my wife.
since 10 o'clock q. M He introduced
ia blushing, happy girl. evidently in
the grasp Of many emotions Wen
stay all night, guess"
Sure said Bailey "I'll show We
a room." and be led them up beneath
the low roof where an unusual clean
liness betrayed the industry of Joy.
The two men returned and drank to
the bride. Turney with the reckless
lightness that distinguished him,
Bailey sullen and watchfui.
Got another outfit here, haven't
your questioned the bridegroom.
who II 1T" II.
Before answer could be made. from
the kitchen arose = tortured howl and
the smashing OF dishes. mingled with
stormy rumbtings. The door burst In
ward. and m assa!4ea Joy fed. dap