Evening star., 1915-03-21

promscus like But he fetched another double jonted
sigh and kept shut Naturally, Miss, it frctted me to
find my dark man refusing to UP to the horror
scopc Scratch SOS to speak.
"Now, while was trying to up the dark
and git him interested in me, the other clers very
frequent in their visits to the fortoon teller The first
time Big Wcch had his palm read and his horrorscope
assayed he meandercd back to the Imperial with a
dazed look in his off eve.
"Says Mcpherson, And what did ye find in the stars
Neighbour
"'oh, not much o nawthing says Big WEIGH alb
sentminded like She said something bout keeping a
sharp eye on all Scotchmen.'
"Presuming to insult my native land says McPher-
son in an ugly voice and stepping clear o the bar. He
mortal touchy on the question, Miss.
"Meanng wisdom Mam'seles part in re-
mnding me to be wise against misits who by accident
O. birth come from punk country sneered Big Welch,
hchng his belt we'll above his hips SOS he could man
euver more timber like.
shortly after which remark the two carried the ar
gument into each others yearnng arms, Mcpherson
being fussy to what thumb he'd chaw on, but real
persistent and attentive to business he'd made his
choice. Big Welch from the start seemed to hunger
for Macs left optic, the same being nearly his if his
trigger finger hadn't slipped
"The Painkiller overcome with emotion that
he drunk nearly quart O spirits afore he could
bear to chip in and help me dig the debaters apart.
"Then says Mcpherson, l reckon III ntervoow this
young female person and see what she by knock
ing my native land
aye fellers make me red!' says Uncle Feeble, TAX
ing bout teaspoon O ticker. All ye think of is fun
big Welch choked strongly as he wrapped the
mains O his thumb in what left O his Shirt and
said, I'd give twenty ounces if yc could be hale and
hearty for about ten seconds!
RUT the rest of us interested only in AcPhersons
- visit to the lady We had to wait for nigh onto a
hour afore he came moseying back He had his hat
pulled low his lame lamp and his look was what
ye might term thoughtful, Miss.
"'What did she hand Ve? asks Dutch
Mcpherson gives yawn and says, Oh,
she said | had nervous temperatoor and
that folks oughter be careful and not cross
me, as | git het up easy. Says l'm chuckful
otthe artistic, and didn't oughter be crowded
by roughnecks.' And he cast a watchful
glance at Big Welch, who was pouring whisky
on his thumb for sanitary reasons. She
also lowed wasting my time in these
yere diggings, and was cut out for something
bcttcr'n trotting round with half-bakcd
nterlects. What she said bout certain men
.-s~ IN this yere camp won't repeat, being soft
Il hearted and hating to hurt folkss feelings
Il even by telling the truth. That's bout all
zone an Half snorts loudly and lowed
- Mac would have to swaller his words OR quit
X the Circle, providing he-meanng the Grip
ple Miss-had two legs instead of one.
"'And if ye'd shed them remarks in the
- spring of 1880 I'd lambasted ye with one
hand holding glass of ice water above my
head!' snarls Father Time.
"'l opne ye'd find yer true level in
menagerie McPherson,' thoughtfuly says
Uncle Feeble
-. "'1 amt any time to waste cripples,
converlescents, centurions shifts Nc
Pherson. Lonesome Bean, kindly tend to
the trade cash while walk by myself bit
and benoan my hard lot
"Saior Dutch half acrost the room
stripped for action when that fancy word
bemoan' hit him, and while he chewing
it in his slow mind Mac walked thence
Lonesome gladly took up his duties
and to boost the good O. the house
asked everyone to name his favrite, free