The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1914-02-13

OF heads, lathered with soap-root, In
the front yards, the scurrying to and
fro between houses and across the
street, while dreadful sounds issued
from the schoolmaster's dobe where
the orchestra practised each night.
Also, Nan observed that the hostile
attitude of her erstwhile friends had
become merely contemptuous amuse-
ment She saw now that she was
laughed at for her gift.
Nan had no thought that the coming
dance would interest Ben, who looked
down supercliously upon all things
Mexican but in this she was mis-
taken.
The information that the date of the
bale had been set quickly reached the
/. X outfit, and certain negotiations
were at once begun which made it not
difficult to prognosticate as to the in
tentions of its members.
What for a cash value would you
put on that pink shirt of yours, Kan
sas?" inquired one Joe Brindell, in
nocently hoping against hope that
Kansas Ed han not yet heard of the
bale.
look of cunning came into the
eyes of the envied owner of the shirt,
but he returned indifferently:
a, "Oh, l dunno. j couldn't rightly
say offhand what 1 do hold that shirt
at Why?"
ooh, no reason" Mr.. Brindell re-
turned casually, in tone of labored
linnocence-"only I've taken power
i full fancy to that shirt-a regular
hankerin' can't seem to overcome"
Animated by the spirit which
prompts cat to play with a mouse,
Kansas observed:
Curious, amt it, how colors'll take
holt of a Teller? Wunst l had a robin
aig blue undershirt what l saved for
years to be buried in, then a son of Il
gun from Roswell stole it off'n me. y
81 had three silk handkerchief
wunst that went the same way" said
Mr.. Brindell absent mindedly
stole em off q dudes neck while he
was asleep"
kansas, I'll give you five plunks
for that shirt--spot cash."
contemptuous snort was his an
swer.
What do you hold it at, them
demanded Joe Brindell desperately.
The Prairie Shylock considered.
They amt shirt like that in the
world, Teller. They took the gent
what made that shirt and picked q
hole in his head and showed his brains
out so he couldn't never make an
other, but III swap you that shirt for
your saddle-blanket and you do two
warshin's for me-
what" yelled Joe Brindell, adj
vancing ominously ''Wasrh for a
Kansas man! Looks like you don't
exactly know what you're sayin'."
"I'll throw off the warshin', then,
, san Kansas hastily, "and take five
. dollars cash instead, and the Navy
. no."
"All right, you clothes-line thief
gimme the Shirt"
Looks like you got your head
pecked that time, Joe," observed the
ener. II see you aims to attend that
bale"
Don't your"
\ I'D like to- the cook answered
wistfully, eff 1 could dig me up a paii
of socks sommeres."
! Ben Evans warshs came home day
fore yestiday," said Mr.. Brindell sig
nificantly.
Jaw, he watches it too clost." The
cooks tone was respondent. 'Be-
sides, he'd take them socks off'n me al
the dance if he happened to see EN-.
The cook sighed.
DO you know, Joe, we all has oul
} ambitions. In every human heart they
J is an ambition If you can jest find it
} Some is to kick up gold mine, some
is to waller in a sea of aigs-fraisf
! aigs-some is to hold up a train and
7 git away with it, some is to go to the
Legislator, but mine is socks!
5 "A barrel of socks-a barrel o.
; socks with toes and heels in EN-! If
could jest wake up in the mornin' ant
| lie there on my piller sayin' to myself
Well, what will it be today, Swift
: Current? Them pea-green beauties
, with the vines up the side. er the pur