Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1914-01-02

hardest-looking citizen Ghe easteaassxs
had beheld thus far. He was thickset,
and burned to the color of ripe olive;
his long, dropping mustaches. tobacco
stained at the center, were blea.ched
| at the extremities to a hempen hue
His bristly hair was cut short, and
stood aggressively erect upon bullet
head, his clothes were soiled and
greasy beneath 9. gray coating of dust
A pair of alert, lead-blue eyes and a
certain facility of movement belied the
drawl that marked his nativity. He
removed his hat and bowed at sight
| of Miss Chaplin.
Good evenin', Miss Jean!" said he
Il hope l find y'all WELL"
Quite well, Gallagher. And your"
Tofable, thank YOU"
These are my friends from the
east
| The Centipede foreman ran his eyes
coldly over jeans companions until
they rested upon Speed, where they
remained. He shifted lump in his
cheek, spat dexterously, and directed
his remark at the Yale man.
I rode over to see If y'all would like
to lay little mo- in this we're foot
race. l allow you are the unknown"
Speed nodded, and Slower took oc
casion to ramark:
"Them's our inclinations, but we've
about gone our limit"
Il don't blame you none," said Gal
lagher, allowing his gaze to rove slow
ly from top to toe of the eastern lad
No. CANT blame you none whatever
| But I'm terrible grieved at them It'd.
ms. Though we Centipede punchers
has ever considered y'all a cheap an
poverty-ridden outfit, we gives you
credit for bein' game, till now" He
| spat for second time, and regarded
Slower scornfully.
A murmur ran through the cowboys.
I'VE are game" retorted Slower,
land for your own good don't allow no
belief to the contrary to become q
superstition"
Don't let Centipede bluff you'll"
| exclaimed Speed. Cover anything
they offer-give em odds Anything
you don't want, I'll take, pay Or play,
money at the tape. We can't lose"
Il got no more money" said Carara,
| removing his handsome bespangled
hat, "but l bet my sombrero. 'E's
wort two hondred pesos"
Murphy, the Swede, followed
| quickly.
AYE ban send may wages home to
may ole moder, but aye skall bat you
some"
Haven't you boys risked enough al
ready?" ventured Miss Chaplin. RE
member, it will go pretty hard with
the LOSERS"
Harder the BETTER" came a voice.
"Y'all don't have to bet, jest because
I'm h'yar," gibed Gallagher.
God! wish / was rich!" exclaimed
Willie.
But Miss Chaplin protested. "You
are two months overdrawn, all of you,
My brother won't advance you any
| more"
s.Then my man, Lawrence, will take
what they can't cover" offered Speed.
That's right! Clean 'em good,
brothers." croaked the trainer.
'If you'll step over to the bunk
house, Gabby, we'll dig up some per-
sonal perquisites and family heir
looms Slower nodded toward his
mems quarters, and Gallagher grinned
joyously.
THAT shore listens like band from
where l set. We aim to annex the
wages, hopes, and personal ambitions
of y'all, along with your talkin'ma-
chine
Excuse me-" Willie pushed his way
forward. Flows she gettin along?"
"Fine!"
"You mule-skinhers amt broke
her?''
mo; we plays her every evenin'."
The little man shifted his feet; then
allowed himself to inquire as IL re-
garding the habits of some dear de-
parted friend:
Have you chose any favorite ree-
cords?"
I'VE all has our pick. Speakin' per-
sonal, I'm stuck on that baggage coach
song of Mrs. More's."
Moray" Willie corrected. "M-o-r-as
Heleney Moray is the lady's name"
"Mebbe so. Our foot-runner likes
that Injun variance best of all" Ca
rara smiled at Cloudy, who nodded.
as if pleased by the compliment.
Then it was that the Flying Heart
spokesman made an inquiry in hushed.
hesitating tones.
How do you like THE Holy City,"
he removed his hat, as did those
back of him. LAS sung by Madame
sella Melby?"
"Rotten!" Gallagher said promptly.
That's a bum, for fair"
(TO BE CONrINUED)