The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-12
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Ef etoF. "T take care of naost of the strangers that come this way. They call this the Purty Honse because I'm Jeff PuFty. I got big house and wife and three grewed ID girls that ain't doing much except the ns1lkin' and waRhia' and hakin' and seEuhhin' and such chores in the off aeason this way, and I ain't one to refuse ready cash. 39d fl
 4HSuch is the custom of our country." 1" agreed Blackfe, writing solenaR1y at the top of the first blank page in the com position book:
 THE TRAVELLERS. There earne to the api@adtd1y appo&nted Purty House ea the naild autumn day of Nov. 30, 1911, two distinguished gentlemen. one fat and i'll favored and the other former being J. Rufus WailtAgfoed of TaEryvil1e and Of the 5atteEs Harae4 G. Daw. mayor of the same thriving and exclusive suburb Parlor A. Dinner The end.
 Jeff Purty looked over the compost ton, chewing a quill toothpAek pef5ec- lively. Rates. $1 day each" he stat ed and closed the book
 BIackie walked into the emporium and through the wnisk broom denart- ment, the dry goods section. the hard ware counter and the grocery aisle, straight around a glass rane1ed screen, where he found behind an abnorn1alIy short bar a red faced man with lux uriaHt yellow mastache and his hair parted and pasted as if it had been ! done with q trowel pouring whisky from huge demijohn into 8 string of various labeled bottles
 ssWhen you get to the best grade of frye pour me out about pint, will l you?'' requested Blackie-
 The bartender, who was muscled like 1 a derrick, regarded Blackie with a l friendly eye. Amy particular brand r he asked. as he went on pouring. Biackie smiled apprectativeIy. as his l eye rolled over the line of bottles and discerned every well known label. ssfJos [ think I'll take mine right out of the jug he decided
 ssYou don't look like guy that would be after the cheap goods commented the bartender, ''but you can never tell, ? and. reaching back, he took a flask from the shelf and filled it with rye from the demijohn, after which he filled up bottle labeled Fine Old Kentucky Bourbon"
 l Blackie took his pint flask and laid down q dollar. The salesman Tipped it noncha1antly into drawer and toss l ed back quarter
 sHow's the old town Y' he asked with perfunctory interest kEa Meaning PinkyyilIe or Lafayette Center7' inquired BIackie. sHThe little old town between the l. and the subway insisted the other. 1 lowering his big demliohn to the floor as if it had been thimblefu1 of feath1 CTS. ..'It's still the best summer and win l ter resort on earth,'' claimed BIaeIxie. How long have you been away from itg'
 ssSix months since the last visit but I haven't lived there for years left when they tanned the Bowery." q get you,'' replied BIackie, looking l at him wcnderingIy. You came to
 Robins Corners to be near the excite
 mant."
 Get new" admonished the bartend- CT. ssI can see you're stuffed up with | The Old Homestead idea that the l country is too moral for a tough man l to enjoy, but you never walked into a crossroads saloon on Saturday night i When Willie Richboy goes on bend ! CT in the city he laps up certain quarts 1 of champagne. takes swift whi2 1 down the avenue and maybe insults l 1 goes on a bender in the country he 1 swallows twelve drinks of liquor made i out of raw alcohol and tobacco, takes l a knife in one hand and gun in the other and starts whooping. They'll begin to tie up at the hitehing rails in l about half an hour. By night there'1l Il
 be forty or fifty rigs out there, and you ! can hear the celebra tion over in Pinky- l vile Stick around
 "sB1I sticky' promised Blackte. stMy partner squashed his kneecap, and I've just put him to bed over at Jeff Pur l tys.''
 4Why didn't you say you wanted 1 that liquor for sick man?' demand 1 ed the bartender, promptly opening 8 1 bottle with an unbroken seal. .Feed l him some of this and use that fighting l whisky for liniment. Dollar, please
 If you ain't busy drop over a little while after supper time and get stab
 bed,' he invited.
 Old Doc Tut arrived by the time
 Wallingford's eyes were beginning ts
 glaze and put bandage around tho i injured knee. He was a hairy handed
 old man with chest like a barrel and 1 well weathered face, which was the
 color of an eggplant, but be was a sci
 enlist and commercial genius as
 we'll.
 '"The charge'n be $2,'' he informed
 Blackie.
 'sHow long will he be laid up ?'' in
 quired the mayor of Tarryville, reach
 ing for his pocketbook.
 q can't tell just yet,'' returned Ol6
 Doc Tut. with a keen gray eye or
 Black1e's breast pocket
 B1ackie produced packet of bill.
 rich enough to cause heart failure ana selected a two dollar note. Do ths