Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-09-20

Issue House.
Reddy had a string OF wagons with
| hOg-racks onto 'em waitin' in the
svitch-yards when we whistled in. an
the way we yanked them infants off
the cars and trundled EN- over the
pontOOn bridge, an hit the trail fr
the Issue House. was high-class
piece O. teamin' We powdered across
the country like the first batch of
sOoners at a reservation Openin. Out
on the prairie was Reddy an his pun
cheers, slowly dribblin' the last of his
steers into the delivery, too anxious f'r
me an the cavvs to be ashamed Of
their emaciation. Out behind butte,
he had concealed a bunch of COw-stuf
he'd deppytized as mothers pro TEN TO
my waits The right way tive done, q.
course. would've been to incorporated
the two punches in unassumin' way
at a remOter place, an drove 'em gent
/ lv in as much like cattle o the same
family circles as yeh could make EN-
/ look Eut they want time. The end
gates was ierked out an the wagons
urgently emptied like upsettin a
sleigh comm home from spclliu'
school. Most all the orphans could an
did walk, an | was so tickled at this
testimonial to the egg-cure f'r youthful
weakness. that We had 'em halfway
to the place where the knives O their
OwnerS-eleCt was a waitin EN- when |
| looked around an seen Miss Ainsley,
an the Chamberlain lady she was a
stayin' with. standin' where they must
a seen the way we mussed the cavvs
hair up in gettin' of 'em on the ground.
Gladys eyes was a-blazin, 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 off. |
saw she didn't recognize me. an didn't
thirst f'r recognition. I knew that
love amt so blind as she's been ad-
vertised, an that | wouldn't never. no.
never, be a nater's nobleman no more
If she ever tumbled to the fact that
the human omelette runnin' this caff
business was A Drfscoll. 1t was only
case Of sweet-galgraduate palpita-
ton o the heart anyhow. an needed
the bronZed cheek, the droopin' mus
tache, the range clo'es. the deadly gun,
the diamond hitch, and the centaur
biz to keep it up to its wonted palp.
An what was il 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 afOre-
mentioned Driscoll arrayed in what
was once an AL fifteen-dollar suit of
clay-worsteds, 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
Halsted Street? Seventy-five per cent.
of eight cases of eggs had went biller-
in over him. The shells of the same
chung like barnacles to his apparel.
His curtin locks was matted an muci-
LACED like he'd made a premature get
away from some liberal-minded sham
pooer; an from under his beetlin
brows that looked like birds nests
from which broods had just Matched,
glared eyes with whence an crime in
every glance. Verify. Aconite was a
beauti An here a-comin' down upon
him like the angel O. the Lord on the
Assyrian host, come a starchy, lacey,
filmy, ribbiny gal that had onst let
him hold her hand. by gum, her eyes
burnin' with vengeance. an that kin
der corn-shucky rustlin' that ema-
mated mysterious from her dress as
she walked, DRAWN nearder an
nearder every breath.
Gladys, Gladys" says her lady
friend. An as Gladys slowed up, she
says. lower: 81 wouldn't interfere in
this If | were you. dear"
81 must" says Gladys. It's my
duty! | can't permit dumb animals to
be treated so without a protest. 1t is
civic cowardice not to do disagreeable
things for principle. | wish to speak
to the man in charge, please,"
l KEEP minglin' with the herd. not
carin' to have dfeq greeable things done
to me for pr - but she cuts me
out. an says. he. DO you know
at there's " against cruelty to
dumb animals?"
They amt dumb" says |. trying to
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 intermateIy as
have. ma'am. you'll know that they
have language an an ellerquence all
their own, that takes 'em out of the
provisions O. that law you speak of.
an"
Here's where | overplays my hand.
an lets her get onto the genuyne tones
of my voice. ortn't to done this, FIR
she'd heard it at close range. An to
make dead cinch out of a good gamb-
lin proposition. | looked her in the
eyes. 1t was all off in a breath She
give a sort of gasp as II somethin' cold
had hit her, an went petrified, sort O.
slow like
oh" says she. turnin' her head to
her friend. 81 understand now what
it was your husband was laughing
about, and his odious jokes about fool
ing the inspector; and the bearing of
the article he showed US in the Chi
cago paper! Oh. Mr.. Driscoll. you to
be so cruel; and to impose these poor