Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-07-07

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Began 70 Understand What Billy
Meant.
Besides, I seen most Of what we calls
sailor towns, and Id thought I'd
known the toughest there was In the
way of boardin' houses; but rough
house In Frisco itself is holiness com.
pared with what goes on there under
the sign Of Mrs. Jesse Smith. That
name amt exactly clean"
"That's enough. I think, II you don't
mind. I'd rather have news about our
old friends Captain Taylor, for in
stance. and Iron Dale. and how il dear
Doctor McGee?"
Dear Doctor MCGEE. is It? Well.
you see he lived within mile of Polly.
She got him drinkin', skinned him at
cards. then told him he'd best shoot
himself. The snow drifts through his
house.
"And Iron Dale? Oh, Of course. he
was Jesse's friend, too. I'd forgot.
She got him drunk and went through
him. That money was for paying his
hands at the sky-line-wasn't his to
lose, so he skipped the country. The
mines closed down and there wasn't
no more packing contracts for Jesse"
/ I began to understand what Bflly
meant, ana 1t was with sick fear !
asked concerning my dear mans
stanchest friend. his banker. Captain
Boulton Taylor.
You'd better know. mum" Thera
was pain in the lads face reluctance
In his voice. Being the nearest mag
istrate. he tried to down Polly. fol-
keeping a disorderly house. But then,
rs old man Taylor owned, he didn't
know enough law to plug rat hole
There amt no municipality. 90 Spite
House il outside the Law. But Polly's
friends proved all the good she done
to men who was hurt, or sick, OF
broke. Then she showed up how her
store and hotel was cutting into the
trade Of Hundred Mile House. She
brung complaints before the govern
ment, 10 Taylor amt magistrate now
The stage stables got moved from
Hundred Mile to Spite House. The
post-oface had to follow. Now he's
alone with only . Chinaman. He's
blind ~ bat, too. and there's no two
ways about it-Bolt Taylor's dying"
us there no justice left?''
Dunno about that. She uses 4 LOT
Of law"
dared not ask about Jesse. To oil
still vas impossible, to play Gagged
tiger up and down the room would
only be ridiculous. Still. Billy's pois
onous tobacco excused the opening Of
Q window. 40 I stood with my back
turned, while November night closed
on the river and the misty fields.
How could I leave my baby? How
could I possibly break with Covent
Garden-where my understudy, fear
some female, ravened for the part
The cottage would never let before
our river season. Madame Scotsor
has been called abroad on urgent prl
vste business"
"Of course" the lad was saying
when Polly got to be postmistress
she handled Jesse's letters. held thu
envelopes in the steam Of a kettle un
I'll they'd open, and gummed them
when she was through-if she SEM
them on. She found out who he deal
with and got them warned not Il
trust him. There's no letters now"
"She wouldn't dare!"
"No? You remember he sent yot
that book you wrote together at thu
ranch?" -
"You know that"
II read it at Spite House. She hat
a heap of fun in the BARRON will
Jesse's letter. Her cat eyes damet
like mad"
There was mo- letter"
"ehe made = paper house Of It, and
set it alight to show how Jesse burn
ed her home in Abilene. She wal
drunk. too, that night. But that
nothing Glad you didn't hear then
yarns she put about the country
Jesse wasn't never what I'd call popu
lar, but he amt even spoken to nov
by any white man. His riders quit
his Cinnamon cleared out. Then sh,
bought Browns fsrry. had the CABLE
took away. the scow sent adrift, ant
Surly Brown packed OFT. She'd hears
that Jesse lived by his rife. 30 she'l
cut him from his hunting grounds
There's nothing left to hunt east o
the Fraser"
Hes starvingr'
Shouldn't wonder"
"Billy!"
"Yes'm."
"How soon can Get . ship?
"None before Saturday"
{ go on. Tell me. the worst"
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