The Huttig news., 1914-06-13

smaller man, noting the candlegrease on his corduroys and the intelligence in his eyes; and to them the big man was no more than laborer-or a shift-boss at most-and the little man was one of their kind Every line in his mobile face spoke of intellect and decision, and as they walked it was he who did the talking while the big man only nodded and smiled
 They took a turn or two up the street, now drifting into some clamor ous saloon, now standing at gaze on the sidewalk; and as the drinks began to work. the little man became more and more animated, the big man more and more amiable in his assent and silence.
 Then they passed the crowd of refu- gees they stopped and listened, con- menting on the various opinions by an exchange of knowing smiles An old prospector, white-haired and tanned to a tropic brown, finally turned upon a presumptuous optimist and the little man nodded approvingly as he heard HIlH 6Ap press 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 gitting treacherous. It don't do no good to have your gun with you-they1l shoot you from behind rock-and if they can't git you that way. they'll knife you in your sleep.
 I've noticed big change in them paisanos since this war come on. Be fore Madero made his break they used to be scared of Americans-though if they killed one of Us the rest would cross the border and eat 'em up. What few times they did tackle white man he generally give a good account of himself, too. and I've travelled them trails for years without hardly know ing what it was to be afraid of any body; but I tell you it's entirely diff ferent over there now"
 Sure! That's right!" spoke up tl.e little man, with spirit You're talk ing more sense than any man on the street. I guess I ought to know-I've
 beenxdown there and through it an-- andsit's got So now that you can't trusl any of 'em. 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. q hoOip tn fbipE fall us, for a while!"
 Mining men?" inquired the ole prospector politely.
 Working on a lease" said the little man briefly. "Owner got scared ou. and let us in on shares. But no mort for muh-this will hold me for quit. while, I can tell you!"
 Here, too" agreed the big man turning to go. Arizona is good enougl for me-come on. Phil!"
 Where to-" The little man drew back half resentfully, and then he changed his mind. All right" he said falling into sep, "a gin fizz for mine,.
 Not on an empty stomach" ad monished his pardner; you might ge lit up and tell somebody all you know How about something to eat?"
 Good! But where re you going?s
 The big man was leading off down side street. and once more they camt to halt
 Jim rlace-it's lunch. counter" he explained laconically The hotels all right, and maybe that was break. fast we got, but l get hungry waiting that way. Gimme a lunch. counter. where l can wrop my legs around a stool and watch the cook turn 'em over Come on--I been there before
 An expression of pitying tolerance came over the little mans face as he listened to this rhapsody ont the quick lunch, but he drew away reluctantly
 "Aw, come on, Bud" he pleaded Have little class, Whats the use of winning stake if you've got to eat | at dog-joint? And besides-say, that was peach of girl that waited on us this morning! Did you notice her hair? She was pippin!''
 The big man waggled his hand re- signedly and started on his way.
 All right, pardner," he observed: | If 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 it, 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 beefsteak, to make up for several he had missed, and asked f the cook to fry it rare He v.ls just [ negotiating for a can of pears that had caught his eye when an old man came in and took the stool beside him, pick ing up the menu with trembling hand
 Give me cup of coffee" he said to the waiter ''and"--he gazed at the bill of fare careful ully-"and roast-beef sandwich. No,' jast the coffael" he corrected and at that Bud gave him look He was a small man. shabbily dressed and with scraggy whiskers, and his nose was very red.