Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-08-30
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that. RELY couldn't say as It does.
But mentionin' color, the thought of
that little affair do make my face as
red as a cowtown on payday. When
I turn that tale loose we'll make a
One-night stand of It by the grub
wagon. II comprises a shippers pass
TO Sioux City, a sure-thing game in
that moral town, which ! win out by
backin' my judgment with my Colt
an a police court wherein the bank
roll and my pile was rake-off for the
court. Charge, gamblin'. All hands
plead guilty. All correct says You, an
quite acccsdin' 20 the statutes made
an perviGed: an so says /, ontil !
casually picks up a paper in Belle
rourche. an sees that ii was phoney
police court not only owned and con-
trolled by the shell men. which
wouldn't be surprisin', but privately
installed as a sort of accident insur-
ance on their other game.
Hell hath no fury like woman
scorned," Mr.. Elkins remarks to me
one day. but all that is goin' to be
changed when I ketch up with that
police Judge.
Ridin' the range makes a man talka-
tive with the scenery. an when / sees
that Sioux City paper. turns loose
some remarks In the presence of a
gentleman who subsequently turns ont
to be Mr.. Elkins.
Thanks" says he
when did you acquire any chips in
this little solitaire blasphemy gamer"
says |, mad, as man allus is If he's
ketched solloloquisin' to himself.
"a man." says he, with all the side
tracks filled with cars O. cattle an
more comm an no gang is in, ex
proprio vigore." says ne, whatever
that means, anywhere where cuss-
words is trumps."
He never smiled except back IN his
eyes. an I. likin' his style. hires out
to him, an was third nan on the J.
Up-And-Down Ranch frC \ the day the
dogies begun to be unloaded, till
James r. Elkins went to New York,
with a roll that would choke a blood
sweatin' hippopotamus.
Third man, says I, an II you think
the first was the Old Man, J. r. E.,
you know, you've got another conJec-
ture comm. Number One was Mrs.
Elkins, an l reckon some OF her New
York friends'll enter into oonniptions
to know that, in lessr' year. half the
boys called her Josie-in their dreams,
at least-an' some on 'cm 20 her face;
but ncne to her back, by a damsite!
The Old Mana lot o. us called him
Jim habitual-was one-funger when
this doggy enterprise started. all
mashed in body IN the collapse Of the
boom at baltimore; All them as
thinks / refer to any loggin' accident
is informed that mean the town-lot
boom in the city Of baltimore, as is
more fully set forth elsewhere, the
same bein' made by reference a part
hereof. marked Exhibit A." which ex-
plains the broken bones aforesaid.
Financially, he was millions worse
than nothing II you can understand
that. Personally, can't Zero is the
bottom of the sponGullx scale fer me,
although the thummometer seems to
prove II amt necessarily thus. ANY,
how, the Old Man had Josie, an any
man from Sturgis to Dog Den Buttes
would have shouldered all Mr.. Elkins'
shrinkages, especially the below-zero
part. to've had her Jest once smooth
the hair on his beaded brow, let alone
take charge of him like a HEREFORD
heifer does her fust calf Which Is
sure the manner Josie took a-hfit and
managed the Old Man. But this
hain't no, love story. Quite the re-
verse. It's the Tale of Ten Thousand
Dogies."
found out that when Mr.. z. went
into the bulb in a business way. this
Wolf Nose Crick Ranch went around
bankruptcy, instid of through it. be-
cuz. mostly, nobody thought It with
IA thought. An to them as think
strange Of ten thousand sters, even
dogies, bein' bought by busted
boomer, I'll state that any man with
the same range, an not absolutely a
convicted hoss-thief, could've got 'em
by givin' the same cutthroat chattel
mawgitch. Old Aleck Macdonald did
sure sell 'em to Mr. Elkins reason
able. though. because James r. had
made him a good deal Of money in
this boom, an they was only dogies,
anyhow.
Now. this bein' my evenin' fer tellin'
the truth. I'll state that ten thousand
dogies is sure complicated problem
on the range. The distinction be
tween them an regular native range
cows lays in the lap O. luxury in which
The dogies Is dangled In the farmin'
regions where they originate. The
nrst little blizzard, they'll hump up
an olat fer home an mother They'll
gaze fondly at butte ten mile OF,
expectin' doors in II to slide open,
an racks full Of clover an timothy to
pull out an be forked out to 'em.
They look grieved an wiring their Jaws
oecuz water with the chill took of
amt piped to their stalls, an they
moan cause they amt no stalls. I'd
as soon run Women's an Babies
Home. You CANT get it1nto their
heads where the water-holes is. an
Ns aiius an even break whuther
they'll stan an freeze in their tracks.
or chase after some bunch If o.1o NO