Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1914-01-30

nouncement in a mans metallic syl-
lables:
1.-The Baggage Coach Ahead as
sung by Helena Mora for the Echo
Phonograph, of New York and Pa-a-a-
ris!"
From the dusk to the right of the
two listeners now issued soft Spanish
phrases.
"Madre de Dios! The Baggage Car
in 'FRONT.' T'adora Mora! God bless
| er!"
During the rendition Of this affect
ing ballad the two cow-men remained
draped' uncomfortably over the barbed
wire barrier, lost in rapturous enjoy
ment When the last note had died
away, Stover reused himself. reluc-
tantly.
'1t's time we was turnin' in" He
called softly, Hey; Mex!"
Isl, Senor!"
Come on, you and Cloudy. Vamos!
It's ten o'clock"
| He turned his back on the Cent?
pede Ranch that housed the treasure,
and in company with Willie, made his
way to the ponies. Two other figures
Joined them, one humming in a musi-
cal baritone the strains of the song
just ended.
"Cut that out, Mex! They'll hear
u.s." Slower cautioned.
"Caramba! This ting is brek my
'eart," said the Mexican, sadly. at
seem like the Senorita Mora is sing
that song to me. Mebbe she knows
I'm set out ere on cactus an listen
to her. All, love that Senorita YER
much"
The little man with the glasses be-
gan to swear in his high falsetto. His
ear had caught tbe phonograph opera
tor in another musical mistake
That horn-toad let Mrs. Melby die
again tonight" said he. Its sure
comm to hunnacaboo between him
and me. If somebody don't kill him
pretty soon, he'll wear out that ma
chine before we git it back"
"Humph! 1t don't look like we'd
ever get it back" said Slower.
One of the four sighed audibly, then
vaulting into his saddle, went Looping
away without waiting for his compan-
ions.
"Cloudy's sore because they didn't
play Navajo" said Willie. well, |
don't blame 'em none for omittin' that
war-dance. 1t amt got the class OF
them other pieces. While it's devised
to suit the intellect of an Injun, per
haps it amt in the runnin' with The
Holy City, which tune is the sweetest
and sacredest ever sung"
Carara paused with hand upon the
neck of his cayuse.
"Eet is not so fine as The Baggage
Car in 'front.'" he declared.
Its got 1t beat a mile!" Willie
flashed back, harshly.
Here, you'll" exclaimed Stover. mo
arguments. We all have our favorites,
and it amt up to no Individual to
force his likes and dislikes down no
other feller's throat" The other two
men he addressed mounted their bron.
cos stifiy.
81 repeat" said Willie: "'The Holy
City, as sung by Mrs. Melby, is the
swellest tune that ever hit these
parts"
Carara muttered something in Span
ish which the others could not under.
stand.
They're all fine pieces" Slower OBJ
served, placatingly, when fairly out of
hearing OF the ranch-houses. "You
boys have each got your preference.
Cloudy, bein' an Injun. has got his,
and ! rise to state that l like that
monologue, 'Silas on Fifth Avenoo.
better than all Of 'em, which amt
nothin aginst my judgment nor
yours. When Silas says, The girl
opened her valise, took out her purse.
closed her valise, opened her purse,
took out dime, closed her purse,
opened her valise, put in her purse.
closed her valise, give the dime to the
conductor, got nickel in change, then
opened her valise, took out her purse.
closed her valise-" Slower began to
rock in his saddle, then burst into a
loud guffaw, followed by his compan-
ions. Gosh! That's awful funny!"
| Isl! sill" acknowledged Carara, his
white teeth showing through the
gloom.
"An' it's just like fool woman"
Uttered Willie. That's sure one
ridiclous line of talk"
still Bill" wiped his. eyes with the
back Of bony hand. II know that
hull monologue by heart, but I can't
never get past that spot to save my
soul. Right there I bog down, com.
nlafan gain he burst into wild lamuh