Evening star., 1914-08-02
By HUGH PENDEXTER

GAS to which powers do we tote with us?' asks l.
q" Unlimited, says the Painkiller We'll back ye to
the tune o nineteen murders
@'Only hit the trail pronto.' growls One an Half,
as the various Innings o my stomach is melting most
neighbory into ORE Soon it'll be too late. amt had
real food since the spring o '63.'
AND so, Miss, Skowhegan and me struck off down
the trail to White Hoss, kept company by most
unwholesome warnings if we come back cookless Now
We must know that White Hoss lots bigger'n Red
Ant, if, not select, and we knowed there
several females there what earning their daily
: bread by baking of the And the two towns
several questions had come to the forking o the
ways, we knew must be some logical in projecting
ourplans So for the first afternoon we kinder sampled
the different eating joints paying from the dust staked
out to by the sufferers back home reckon, Miss,
no two biped men got away with much grub in
such short time afore.
"Arter we'd ate and lunched till the White Hossers
begin to look worried and asked if we paying off
lection BETS Skowhegan give the high sign and led
back of shack and pinted to tall, thin vinegary
looking female, whose eyebrows peaked in the
middle as the top O the pyramids.
al don't cotton to her face says l. as watched her
through the winder
@Whyfore do we care for ooks? shifts Skowhegan
If we take woodland nynph up to Red Ant the
will git jealous of each other, will marry her
then it's back to the prison grub My motter is, Hire
the ugliest looking cook ye providing she cook
duces in his words and lowed she might do
if she'd mask. Otherwise the would-be eaters
appetite might lose its edge. She in the Good
Cheer Cafe, the only dump hadn't sampled, and we
voted to try luck, approaching her neighborhood
via the back door.
@Clear out ye varmints! was her perlite and Ches-
tyfeld greeting scraped hoof at the door and
begged for speech.
awe bring thee gold, Maam says Skowhegan
casting yearnful look at pie built from canned
,1,,ff f1,o,
@'Good Lawd!' says she, looking round for something
suitably heavy and harsh. Mother tramp actor look
ing for a handout? Vamose!'
"Hold Ma am, says l. fingng my right cross
my chest and neatly ducling stove litter. We're
from Red Ant, come to hire cook-money object
3Money's object to me-, she suspiciousy
marks; but desisting from her Mad Anth'ny Wayne
mannerism.
@'Gaze this, Sweet invites Skowhegan, holding
up big bag O dust.
3She gazed; then says, 1t makes ye almost look
human. Come round in hour when amt busy and
we'll chew it over. But remember two things: I'm
going to my price, and there amt going to be
any lovemakng.
@'Were on, Ma'am, with both hoofs,' he gallantly
assures her, and we backs away.
CKOWHEGAN was that frankly overcome and wor-
ried Miss, along of her warning about phandering,
that he had reinforce his mental apparatus with few
house warmers and at the end O the hour had to take
his We found her sitting in the doorway pairing
ten dollars worth O pertaters her brows peaked
then ever and eye that could read fine print through
a grindstone. 1 for drawing out the game it
looked braced to me; but Skowhegan had reached the
exalted pint in his lbations and seizing her off hand
he planted chaste kiss it.
at several minutes afore he recovered and could
pick hisself up Then she calmly says:
@'What bout wages?
"'Double what ye're Citing here Ma'am,' says l,
well satisfied with her style o rebukng the thoughtess.
"'Thatll be hunderd dollers week, she grmly
nounces
a.The same shore Indicating We be some cook saws