The Washington herald., 1914-09-13
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head and shoulders above the
crowd; then recognizing the brown and
leathery face felt breath of the hills
again, for had last seen him in faded
flannel. with hip boots red from the
rusty soil of the mines Now / watched
him for time unnotioed.
"Chimoyee," said l, in the tongue OF
the Siwash.
Whirling, he seized me with adV1d-
ity.
We'll. if il amt the RdI" he cried.
u thought you was on the Coast with
the Native Sons. Sayl but I'm glad to
70 see you"
"Tm on the road" said I.
YOU'RE welcomer than four aces, for
Pm emaciated with desires for society.
I've been lost on the desert and snow
bound IN the arctics, but they was so
cable and overcrowded compared to the
isolation of this here tomb" He indi-
Gated the rushing, throbbing Chicago
throng.
THE talk in me is expanding fast.
Come away from the noise of this DESC
lation, for I'm cramping with conSersa-
ton"
Tug" said I, when the waiter had
our orders, how can you justify the
color of those clothes? What if the
Klondyke boys heard that Tug McCabe
was incrininated with red vests and
dove-colored frodk oostsP
q guess they'd call meeting on me, "
he said, but it's my love of the refined
and cropping. I've got it strong; regu-
lar four-foot vein of free-milling aes-
thetics. I never had chance to throw
myself in Dawson, cause styles in
Maddnaws don't flicker much, but when
! came out this fall, with a $4,000
poke says Il
It's McCabe to the bat; he'll gorge
on the rehnementS Of art, literature and
the table de hota' So the first night in
Frisco went to the Orpheum-contin-
nous variety. A guy tmushed onto the
stage to sing, and l says:
me for those clothes More I
watched, better he looked. He could
sing, too1 none of your decrepit little
noises out of him. No, sirI I'll bet
you could hear him four blocls-with
the piano going.
Next day found the highest-prioed
tailor on Market street. Says I, Have
you the incinatiUns to make clotheST =
Certainly says the little man
Then come on and dragged him
down the street. kicking like a frog,
thinking he was abducted. sat him in
my box at the theater, where he shiv-
cred and rolled his eyes, till the over
grown voice came on Then, says l,
Get a blueprint of that sketch, for he
looks good to me, and have it in mind
to dress up likewiser
1T was hard to entfce him tin /
showed my mint receipts, and said !
was from Dawson. l think he did a
fair job, don't your" He eyed himself
with modest appreciation
What brings you 50 far East?" in
quired evasively, not caring to go on
record.
We'll, its a long story, tinged with
pathos and figured with love and auto
mobiles, broken hearts and Irish stew,
full of unexpected aimlessness and
kind of misfortune.
Girl. did you say? You win. By
name. Margharita Olivia Shortz. She
soloed on a Remington at the Palace
Hotel, and when it came to taking die
tation she assayed about 2Iy6o to the
ounce. l decided from a distance to
marry her, but getting tired of this pro-
file acquaintance tried to reduce the
range and explode few bits of Klon-
dyke repartee. No go. Shed track my
conversations down in little book and
send EN- up to the room at twenty cents
a page. l tried all the modern methods;
finally followed her to her boarding
house The next day was ingratiated
into a front room and had rented the
landlady's confidence so that she plug
ged for me-again, no go.