The Holbrook news., 1914-11-14
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REAL TEST OF VALOR
By IDA SPEED.

hand at high finance. He took the con-
 tract to paint the D Bar windmill for
 live dollars. and used up six dollars
 worth of paint on the tower before
 ever he got as high as the wheel and
 ian
 All the Square Deal folks thought he
 was due to lose, because he used such a unchristian shade of blue.
 Windmills bein' about all the relief
 we git to the landscape thataway.
 we're kinder f1nicky as to the color of the same.
 This here Tip had been a cow-hand of and on all his life. but he'd never reached the point where he was one of the topples yet. and he couldn't even make Twin at it.
 For, although he was pretty fair rider, he was such a irresponsible cuss he'd never got no further than tendin' the day herd and such like.
 So he took such jobs as paintin' windmills to help out on the side.
 One evenin' in Christmas week was loafin around the Strong Brothers store when little Nettie Brockton was dispensin' smiles and language sweet er'n the sorghum substitute she sold. when Tip comes in.
 Nettie had been givin' Bud Began cause to be glad he is Twin by her condescendin' to talk to him individ- ual for a few minutes, and he's leanin' over the counter lookin square in her eyes while from the other side she balances herself on the palms of her little hands, and about ever third word lifts her 90 pounds of pure sweet ness close to Buds face.
 Every time she does this he ketches his breath like feller loopin' the loop and swallers so can hear him across the aisle.
 Tip walks up bold and puts both hands on Buds shoulders. kinder leanin' over him to talk to his damsel
 All the boys are in four bits on a party at your house tonight, Net" he says careless.
 "Oh, don't have 1t in my house." says Nettie. We can't dance there, you know"
 We ain't particular about dancin'." says Tip. reachin' around in the show case and helpin' hisself to some CO., coanut candy. At least I shore ain't if I can talk to you"
 All right" says Nettie pacifled. Come ahead then"
 Old Mrs Couzens come in just then i to buy a hank of red yarn. md as the | boys walk out of the store hear Tip | ask Bud for the loan of a dollar
 ''Tll let you have four bits,' says | Bud, diggin' up 5O-cent piece, then I'll lose half and so will you" which | was so, because Tip never charged ! nothin' but his memory with what he | owed. and that usually failed him.
 We'll, that night Tip was the only feller there that had on regular party i togs, him havin borrowed the best | that was in town from all the boys there, and the others havin' to take Tips leavins.
 Poor Bud contributed the coat for the occasion, and he had on a sorry lookin' little cream-colored, summer flannel one hisself, that bein' all he had left.
 His hair set up in front in kind of a thick brush, and he had a real fool ssh way of duckin' his head to one side when he laughed, caused altogether rom his bein' bashful out in society. ,or old Bud had plenty of sense
 It blows up a mortimer about time for his here function to begin, and altho' Nettie has a good fire in the heater in he north room where the party is, Bud is chilly, havin' took of his wool shirt and put on cotton ,ne with that little flannel coat. so le sets over next to the stove, his head back against the rough pine partition, and listens to the others ak.
 After while Tip, who always keeps he ball a rollin' at such places, gifts ID and proposes to play Take Back What You Borrow" and 1t took nerve or Tip to suggest that game, too!
 We'll, the boys all git their part Iers, and there never bein enough ,irls to go around in this western ountry, and Bud bein' timid, course e was one of the left-overs. Old Mrs. sails in about the time for be game to begin, and sees him settin' here with his chair tilted back ookin' like he wasn't enjoyin hisself Come on, Bud" she says jolly. ''I int got no partner"
 Course Bud bein' crazy bout Kettle l yas powerful tickled to git a chance 1 9 please the old lady, so he starts { onward. A pained look comes over his face. He leans back again and says he be- | eyes he don't keer to play. ( "Oh, come on." says Mrs. Brockton, [ oldin' out her hand friendly. Then Tip Taylor lets out his big, ' oisterous laugh. which calls every ody's attention to the fact that Buds lop of hair has stuck to a pine knot hich the heat from the stove has I lrned to soft resin, so with one des- c