The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1914-05-22

"Gdod-evenin', Gabby!" Stove1
called, loudly, as he came within
speaking distance. Here we come
en- massey, and with ladies, to further
embarrass and degrade you in the
hour of your defeat!"
1--WE amt defeated ~yit! How do
Mr.. Chaplin"
did you get our message?"
Eyes. But we amt seen the color
Of y'all's money"
"Mr. Speed borrowed five hundred
dollars from me. and said he might
want MORE" Chaplin volunteered.
els that all?"
"All!" jeered Still Bill. "Why, this
NANCY layout amt never saw that
much money" upon which Gallagher
carelessly displayed a corpulent roll
of bills, remarking:
Count thousand, Bill. 1t all goes
on Skinner"
Il amt heard Of no train-robbery,
muttered the lanky foreman of the
Flying Heart, nor l don't aim tc
handle no tainted money" And Sto
yer and Gallagher faced each other
hard before turning.
Jean saw it, and whispered to Cha
pin: "Oh, Jack, dear, I'm so, terribly
frightened" But Helen Blake, who
overheard, left her companions ant
went straight to Gallagher.
II should like" she said, Ito wager
few dollars on Mr.. Speed and the
honor of the Flying Heart"
Both Skinner and his foreman
stared at her nonplussed.
"You don't look like bettin' lady,
the latter managed to remark, jocu
larly.
I'm not, / never made a wager be
fore in all my life; but you see. Mr.
Gallagher,L bslieEeLinyou man"
90 Gallagher lowered his eyes. "How
much, Do yQn aim to risk. ,mjjss?"
n don't know What the rides are
but + think 6ur" side ought to bet as
much as yeasssids.f That the way
it is done. isn't isa'iliu eruio
i'.You5 msaal that YOU AIM to cover
y what Mr.. SPEED n1qSS43d 1928" The cir
Gallagher spoke sdnfffngly. b"You're
right game fm4sss hbutdI reckon We
don't want your money! seoI9
why not
M suppose there Amt no partic1a1
reason IN .19rue Y9d u;
HIf Mr. 0nood CON hoof Nv
ton, who is the best runner at Yale
I'm sure he Cal" defeat Mr.. Skinner
who never went to college, at all
They, have. all turned against him
and hee77 de, is,sq, braye+p, Miss Blake's
i sas ss Sss tsaAFfse " and Gallagher
es~Hes may be eBfa4eeiah Tight, miss
but he sczuit win naless eskinner dies
tYopb save 1yegE money to- buy choco
lates an bon-mots, miss. Why, listen"
(the stockman- softened- his voice in
All fathhardlN " maarFgpfg}M 'tT Tln Fresno
party is wise. five hundred. of this
toin ih 4ilE!0u1;snoo 9d' lot 1oE
.sHhlhaouHmmhA ry1syDos5au mean
b T. A sEtVln s|!s fssasnat NJ. bsggaaed?"
-dssDesp 4cSt8e!ar breathsd 1oths girl
swat aihoss NJ, eiaxse!Yi Helen hur
risd he6f atorhFAe 81 YlbiJje GALLAGHER
muttered something ike II Amt takin
no oPPfHat9y ,moAey sd' ssis1 OF {
rstgachsYi fthHostabqwss1 srambline
-Y5h Aselteg@afFNt1@ d iy 89ntt ola mf AZ the
dollars with you. L6etHiP Rate it
please. III give you my check when
Hsdt}s s@ ;aa1eAoI.
aSaIYsgss , Fsshhs : .mosbnsH sd
1ofD6RF d6 vhasi.udmuu0 I, sbi,
90 Fon rushea aaBt ebeaotAss peck
etbook from his hand.
"Mr. Gallagher!" sRg seailG6oI O
gd SR1nferswaach4dnffoR ahar sbiS6me
felasso aha5s ssN tMasIw4a55tbH said
which proved that he. was a person
'fot Wholly aNa9}fh6SY Jag3nitAfHe at.1yFd5i
1D5- ~ 10 soi1n 8
cHART8 RJ4vIl.
- PEED leaned down from the