The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1913-10-11

east, when one day we landed in a
little place called Fowler. 1t seemed
like / noticed a good many familiar
faces In the audience that night, and
| remarked about II TO Mike.
lit looks like some OF our former
customers has drove over from the last
village. / wonder do they like the
show or have they become SO addicted
to the cologne that they want moreT
"Our entertainment went on bully
that night. every line a scream and
the house as warm rs an August camp
meeting. Moreover, everybody clinch-
ed with them four ounce bottles eyre
gious, so they could stay and see the
fight. Me and Mike does our Gus
tomary stunts; then he steps 10 the
front OF the stage and issues his chal-
lenge 10 spar any man present for any
sum. Well, sir, l was rear ~strangled
at the sight OF a farmer about six feet
long who uplifts himself from the
bosom OF the populace. From the
noise OF the merry villagers ] sort OF
detected a sub rosy feeling as though
he was some local celebrity. The out
line map OF this David was ridiculous.
however. He had a kind OF long lead
pipe symmetry TO him except at his
joints. where he bulged and looked
an animated job OF plumbing. Meb-
be he's like consomme.' thinks ]. thin.
but good
He was thickened up and turned
over at both ends with the turriblest
looking hands aud feet soldered on
that ! eyer see. and he displayed his
~bashfulness by cracking his knuckles.
He'd aggregate them digits up into a
parcel and wiring them out with the
rattle OF musketry or the sound OF a
nan splitting kindllng. Then 20 cover
his coyness he'd pull each one sep
arate and make 1t pop. IL reminded
me OF breaking an armful OF chair legs.
He vas open and simple TO gaze az,
though, and appeared 10 be incapable
OF deceit, for you could look plumb
into and through him by his nasal
passages. He was n double BARI look
ing youth from the front, and meeting
him In the gloom Id have felt like he
had me covered with a breechloader.
for his nose rar'd back and stared you
right In the eye. Yes. that was a
strange probossy OF his'n, and you
felt that by flashing n dark lantern
down its dim and distant vistas you
could see plumb back TO bis secret
soul. He seemed devoid OF guile abb
solute. and I thinks TO myself:
"'Plainly this poor. bucholic party
IS too slow I'm wit and movement 10
hit Mike with q handful OF shot. It's
really a pity to wallop him. But I
senses a sort Of thrill through the au-
dIence and can hear 'em shifting their
feet. We had to split the gloves to
get them over the protuberances this
youth called hands.
'The Fowler opery House Amt built
for no ParsIfai productions, and what
with the organ. the slcight OF hand
fixtures and cologne boxIs we are
pinched for room on the stage. How.
ever. ! place two chairs IN opposite
corners and call the men out TO the
center to shake hands. Mike il I'm red
tights. while the stranger has took or
his shoes and Is In sock feet, with his
sleeves rolled up ike he Is out to beat
a. carpet.
"'Gentamen.' says I In my Mexikin
simulations. you fights tree min and
.esta one. Shaka han'. Timer
Say. this world In a place OF sad
surprises. There's only one thing %