Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-01-23
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Cow tracks for mine" sighed Hen
First thing Hen says was: Lets
beat it to the oil own back in lowe
and show EN- we got the money We
climbed into a Pullman at Los and
a paper. Keep the change. niger
says Hen, were going Jack to see the
old town."
Wiley smiled. I'm glad you did SO
we'll" He sighed, sitting a resentlrlen;
against fortune. He. too, had swung the
old town. And oh, what the McFet-
ridge hall million would have done if
he had found it! But they were tight.
Wiley would have seen only stars in
the COW tracks-he never saw anything
out stars, some way or other. But he
smiled cordially; Its great. boys.
Come round to the News tomorrow and
see me-"
Sure. We want some stuff in the pa
pers about US. Who's doing the Earl
Vile Mercury-Journal correspond
ence?"
Miss Amelia Parsons"
ooh, lord!" cried Hen-"we're on -
big as a house. Well have a two-col-
umn cut made Of us. and shove it in.
Maybe you can use one i'll the News,
too"
Surely" Wiley laughed-since the
days when they n Rube Van Hart
and all the kids batted flies on the
ridges.
Same old town, Wiley"
Same old town, Hen"
What it needs Is a few funerala
Maybe some of EN- will drop dead
when they know Ben n me got
in this town easiest?"
Wiley o O at RUDE Van Hart. Rube
winked at Wiley. The Maccabees were
cluttering up the hall with cake and
conversation. inc Old Mowry and
Hicks, the expressman, with their
enormous reception badges of white
satln and wired roses, We're enough for
a welcome committee. RUDE winked at
Wiley. and the tour went out and
down stairs.
I'll bet" said Hen to Ben, that
there's been as muc bootleg booze
drunk at Carmichael's stable since we
sold out as before, and that's going
some."
RUDE arranged a row of beer bottles
along the side Of a horse stall after an
Grand to the hay. Shut the door, he
said; the Methodists are coming home
from Mrs. Blake's. and Carmichael's
trying to corral an agreement with
ShAA " W. LA LAC AdOA4Al6 " llo dSe
sembly next summer. Carmichael's wife
is going to join EN- to cinch It'll"
oh, lord" reared Ben, same old
town.
Wen throw a fit into 'em." said
Hen; watch u.s."
Rube and Wiley drank their beer
and listened. Poor old RUDE, who once
had batted 400 with the Cubs, and was
now chambermaid to Carmichael's
horses; and Wiley T. Curran. who had
the ink on his hands Of a three dollar
and twenty-five cent printing job from
hungrily to all this magic-they, too.
had come back to the old town.
Say" went on Hen after all the
west had been r%ehearsed. I'VE got a
scheme that's a wonder. We're going
to buy h tin opera-house."
Crazy about h show business"
added Ben
why, these old cooks here don't
know they're alive continued Hen.
What do they get here? Swiss Bell
Ringers n Flint, the Hypnotist. or
some dead one with a picture show on
art, that these women's clubs round
up. If you want to go to a show you
got to go to Earlville, and the blamed
cars stop at e~leven-hfteen. Now amt
that nice for q nan with a girl? Sup
pose he wan to pull off q little eat
after the shown"
"Oh, my Aunt Maria!" whispered
Wiley softly. "Where-this side of Chi
cago?"
Leave it to us. We had more fun
in Frisco with the show business thar
anything you ever heard Of. These &C
tors n managers think they're wise,
and they did get some Of our money.
but we got our fun Backed one show
and it broke up for twenty thousand
but that's all right. You see there's
always a lot of phony shows around
waiting to be financed, and hen Hen
and me sail in like two little angels
from the long uncut, they CAM do
enough for US. And when we've had all
the fun we want we cut the string.
and down comes the show-hop!"
Wiley's face looked vacant. Rube
rubbed his aureate nose.
-Four shows now out on
has become Of their little angels" said
Hen-"but what's the user We wanted
to see the old town."
What the old town needs" went
on Ben. lis a silver cornet band, q
semi-pro ball team and a few hot
shows n the tin opera house."
You ar a. 81 buy it Of the Gamble es-
"Listen. Got something more than
that. Morris Feldman. over at the
1920 Main street house In Earlville,
was telling me about this girl who won
the Chronicle beauty prize. Why, he
says when h goes to Chicago the
vaudeville managers will be climbing
went out to see her and old Linds-
from chased him over the fence with
q gun, and hen prayed for his soul
because he couldn't shoot him. Leave