The herald., 1914-12-10

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plnkish haired young man in correct
hunting costume, sauntered over TO
the fire to light cigarette and re-
marked carelessly TO Bud:
Nice niGht!'
why, yes" said Bud. las nice as
any night could be that amt received
the Broadway stamp of approval.
How did | know he was from New
York? Well. figured it out as soon
as he sprung those two words on me-
! was In New York myself q couple Of
years ago. and noticed some OF the
earmarks and hoof tracks Of the Ran
cho Manhattan"
Found New York rather different
from the Panhandle. didn't you, Bud?"
asked one of the hunters.
Cant say that | did" answered
Bud. Anyways. not more than some
The main trail In that town. which
they call Broadway. is plenty travelled
but they're about the same brand Of
bipeds that tramp around in Chey-
enne and Amarillo. At first was sort
Of ratified by the crowds. but ! soon
says to myself. Here, now. Bud:
they're Just plain folks like you and
Geronimo and Grover Cleveland and
the Watson boys, so don't get all
fustered up with CONSERVATION under
your saddle blanket and then I feels
calm and peaceful. like was back In
the nation again at q ghost dance or a
green corn powwow.
I'D been saving up for year to give
this New York whirl. | knew a man
named Summers that lived there. but
l couldn't find him. SO | played a lone
hand at enjoying the intoxicating pleas
ures Of the corn fed metropolis.
"For awhile l was so frivolous and
locoed by the electric lights and the
noises OF the monographs and the sec
ond story railroads that i forgot one Of
the crying needs OF my western system
OF natural requirements. | never was
no hand to deny myself the pleasures
OF sociable vocal intercourse with
friends and strangers. Out In the terri.
tories when l meet a man I never saw
before, inside Of nine minutes | know
his income, religion, size of collar and
his wife's temper and how much he
pays for clothes. alimony and chewing
tobacco. It's gift with me not to be
penurious with my conversation.
But this here New York was inau-
gurated on the idea Of abstemiousness
I'm regard to the parts OF speech. At the
end OF three weeks nobody I'm the city
had fired even a blank syllable in nv
direction except the waiter In the grub
emporium where | fed. And as his out
pourings OF syntax wasn't nothing but
plagiarisms from the bill of fare, he
never satisfied my yearnings, which
was to have somebody hit II stood
next to man at a bar he'd edge of
ana give Baldwin-Ziegler look as II
ne suspected me of having the north
pole concealed on my person. began
TO wish that I'd gone to Abilene or
Waco for my pascado, for the mayor OF
them places will drink with you. and
the first citizen you meet will tell you
his middle name and ask you to take a
chance In a rattle for music box.
well. one day when I was particu.
lar hankering for TO be gregarious with
something more loCuacious than a lamp
post a fellow In a catfy says to me.
says he:
"'Nice dayr
He was a kind Of a manager Of the
place. and I reckon he'd seen me In
there q good many times. He had a
face like a fish and an eye like Judas,
but got up and put one arm around
his neck
"'Pardner.' I says. sure it's a nice
day. You're the FIRST gentleman in all
New York to observe that the intrica.
cies Of human speech might not be al.
together wasted on William Kings
bury. But don't you think says l.
that twas a little cool early I'm the