Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-06-15

Il got some, but I ldassent sell K" r.
turned the farmer. you can get Il
down at Sam Bludgeon's emporium"
Blackie. who was man OF action.
started far the door. The farmer FOL-
lowed him out into the Grape paper sit
ting room.
.Rsckoa you might % wen register
before you 60" he suggested. produc-
ing thin ruled blank book labeled
Compositions"
''Is this hotel?'9 inquired Blackie
much pleased.
'Well, sort O so,' replied the propri-
etor. II take care Of most Of tho
strangers that come this way. They
call this thu. Purity House because I'm
Je6 Purity. got big house and a
wife and three. growed up girls that
amt doing much except the milkin'
and washin' and bakin' ana scrubbin'
and such chores In the or season this
way, and amt one to refuse ready
cash"
"Such = the custom. Of our country"
agreed Blackie, writing solemnly at the
top Of the flrst' blank page in the COM
position book:
THE TRAVELLERS
There came to the spiendidiy appointed
Purity House on the mild autunn day Of
Nov. q. 1e1l, two Distinguished gentlemen,
one fat and III favored and the other
slender and handsome: the naIne Of the
former being ]. Rufus Wallngford Of
TarryvilIs and Of the latter. Horace g.
Daw, mayor Of the ssne thriving and
exclusive suburb. Pay A. Dinner. The
end.
Jen Purity looked over the compost
ton, chewing Z quill toothpick ret1ec-
lively. Rates, 81 a day each" he stat
ed and closed the book.
Blackie walked into the emporium
and through the whisk broom depart
msnt, the dry goods section. the hard
ware counter and the grocery aisle.
straight around glass paneled screen,
where be found behind an abnormally
short bar . red faced man With a lux
uriant yellow mustache and his hair
parted and pasted AZ II It had been
done with q trowel pouring whisky
from huge demijohn into string Of
various labeled bottles.
when you get to the best grade Of
re pour me out about q pint, VIII
your requested Blackie.
The bartender. who was muscled Ike
q derrick, regarded Blackie with q
friendly eye. ANY particular brandr
he asked. AZ be went on pouring.
Bhckis smiled apprectativsly, a. his
ere rolled over the line Of bottles and
dtpcerned every well known label.
..No, I think I'll take mine right out
Of tho Jug" he decided
sYou don't look like guy that would
b after the cheap goods" commented
the bartender, ''but you can never tell, :"
and, reaching back. he took flask
from the shelf and hlled It with rye
from the demi1ohn. after which he
filed up . bottle labeled "Fine Old
Kentucky Bourbon"
Blaclie took his pint flask and laid
down dollar. The salesman tipped
It nonchalantly into q drawer and toss
ed back quarter.
flows the old town. he asked with
perfunctory interest
Meaning Pinkyville or Lafayette
Center1 inquired Blackie.
1.-THE little old, town between the
L and the subway" insisted the other.
lowering his big demijohn to the floor
a II It had been thimbleful Of feath.
ers.
ITS still the best summer and wilma
ter resort on earth." claimed Blackie.
"How long have you been away from
itY'
"six months since the last visit, but
I haven't lived there for years. left
when they tanned the Bowery."
II get you" replied Blackie. looking
at him wonderingly. "You came to
Robins' Corners to b near the excite
ment."
4 Get new" admonished the bartend-
"a. II can eco you're stuffed up with
The Old Homestead idea that the
country II too moral for . tough man
to enjoy. but you never walked into a
crossroads saloon on Saturday night
When Willie Richboy goes on bend
er in the city he laps mp certain quarts
Of champagne, takes swift whiz
down the avenue and maybe insults
his chauffeur, but when Willie Acres
goes on bender In the country be
swallows twelve drinks Of liquor made
out Of raw alcohol and tobacco. takes
4 knife in one hand and a gun in the
other and starts whooping. They'll
begin to tie up at the hitching rails in
about half IN hour. BY night there'll
Be forty or flfty rigs out there. and you