Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1914-07-08

Then they passed the CROWD OF Ee1u'
gees they stopped and listened, COM
menting on the various opinions by an
exchange OF knowing smiles. An old
prospector. white-haired and tanned to
q tropic brown, finally turned upon q
presumptuous optimtst and the little
man nodded approvingly as he heard
him express his views.
"You can say what you please" the
prospector ended, -but I'm going to
keep out OF that country. I've knowed
them Mexicans for thirty years now
and I'm telling YOU they're Citing
treacherous. 1t don't do no good to
have your gun with you--theyM: shoot
you nom behind q rock--and II they
cant git you that way. they'll knife
you in your sleep.
"I've noticed a big change In them
paisanos since this war come q Be
fore Madero made his break they used
to, be scared OF Observation-Disclosures II
they killed one OF us the rest would
croso the border and eat 'em up. What
few times they did tackle a white man
he generally give q good account Of
himself, too, and I'VE travelled Sthem
trails for years without hardly know
ing what it was to be afraid OF any
body; but Il tell you it's entirely DIFF
ferent over there now"
Sure! That's right" spoke up the
little man. with spirit. You're talk
ing more sense than any man on the
street. I guess I oughtgto know---l've
been down there and through 1t all
and its got so now that you can't trust
any OF EN-. My pardner and came
clear from the Sierra Madres, riding
nights, and we come pretty near know
ing-hey, Bud?"
That's right observed Bud. the
big man, with a reminiscent grin. II
begin to think them tellers would get
US, for a while!"
mining men?' inquired the old
prospector politely.
Working on; q lease" said the little
man briefly. Owner got scared out
and let us in: on shares. But no more
for muh---this Will hold me for quite
a while, I can tell you'll!
Here, too" agreed the big man.
turning to go. ARIZONA is good enough
for income on, Phil!"&
where TOT" The little man drew
back half resentfully. and then he
changed his mind. "All right" he said.
falling into step. "a gin 1zz for mine!""
"Not on IN empty stomach" ad.
monished, his pardner; you might get
lit up and tell somebody all you know.
How about something to eat?"
"Good! But where re you going?"
The big man was leading OF down q
side street, and once more they came
TO q halt. .s XXI
"'Jim's place----it's y lunch-counter."
he explained laconically. The hotels
all right, and maybe that was a break
fast we got, but I get hungry. waiting
that way. Gimme q lunch-counter.
where I can wrop my legs around a
stool and watch the cook turn 'em
over. Come OIL been there before"
An expression OF plying tolerance
came over the little mans face as he
listened to this rhapsody on the quick
lunch, but he drew away reluctantly.
sAw, come on, Bud. he pleaded.
Have a little class! What's the use
of winning g stake II you've got to eat
at a dog-3oint! And besides-say, that
was q peach OF girl that waited on
US this morning! Did you notice her
hair? She wal Z pippin!"
The big man waggled his hand re.
signedly and started on his way.
"All right. pardner." he observed:
III that's the deal she's probably look
ing for you. I'll meet you In the room
"Aw, come on" urged the other, but
his heart was not in II, and he turned
gaily away up the main street.
Left to himself, the big man went on
to his lunch-counter, where he ordered
oysters, "a dozen in$the milk" Then
he ordered a beefsteak. to make up
for several he had missed. and asked
the cook to fry 1t rare. He was just
negotiating for q can of pears that had
caught his eye when an old mar came
In and took the stool beside him, pick.
ing up the menu with trembling hand.
Give me a cup Of coffee" he said to
theSwaiter, ""and"-he gazed at the bill
Of fare carefully-"and q roast-beei
sandwich. No, Just the coffee!" he
corrected, and at that Bud gave him q
look. He was q small man, shabbily
dressed and with scraggy whiskers,
and his nos was very red.
Here" called Bud. coming to an In.
slant conclusion, give Inn his sand.
witch; I'll pay for it,"
"All right" anwered the waiter, who
was no other than Sunny Jim, the pro.
prietor, and, whisking up q sandwich
from the sideboard. he set 1t before
the old man. who glanced at him in
silence. For q fraction Of q second he
regarded the sandwich alphabetically;
then, with the aid OF his coffee, he
made away with It and slipped down
OF his stool. /,
Say" observed the proprietor, a.
Bud vas paying his bill. do you know
who that old-t1mer was r.
What old,timer?" inquired Bud,
who had forgotten his brusk benefac'
ton.
why, that old Teller that you treat.
ed to the sandwich"
"Oh-him! Some old drunk around
town ~ hazarded Bud.
"Well, he's that, too" conceded
Sunny Jim, with q smile. But femme
tell you, pardner. II: you had half the
rocks that old boys got you wouldn't
need to punch any more cows. That's
Henry Kruger. the man that Just sold
the Cross-Cut mine for fifty thousand
cash, and he's got more besides"
Huh! "grunted Bud, 'he sure don't
look It! Say, why didn't YOU put me