Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-01-15


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manager for EN-. Mebbe we'll pull our
freight tonight yet"
well" said the elder .Iessup re6ec-
lively, "it had orter be good job, and
| reckon you'll do we'll at it. | guess If
your nav was alive she'd be plumb
tickled you got it. Shed be mighty
sorry to see you go though, and | am
too. BY jinks, we aint washed out
your shirt YETI
"I'll take it the way 1t is" decided
Toad" promptly. Come on; we'll go
right over to the house an git my
duds."
well, we got him." declared Blackie,
almost embarrassed by the suddenness
with which Toad" had attached him.
self permanently to them. Hes ours,
and now suppose well have to take
care of him."
Hes more likely to take care of us"
laughed Wallingford I'm glad you
signed him on. This towns been good
to rue. And, by the way, Blackie, while
think of it, III bother you for that
jade fob pendant"
Blackie silently unfastened his pet
bit Of jewelry from his fob and passed
it over. you win," he confessed, "and
you win running easy, ahead by seven
lengths sf daylight. But, Jimmy, If
had it to do over again Id still bet my
life against cents worth of tripe that
nobody could skin Jonas Squibble out
of So, let alone $4,000 Let's see; de-
ducting the $4,000 we get back for the
pretty Warden orphans, we have $4,000
left for the expense fund. Pretty good
for long shot"
you'll go broke picking long shots
some day." commented Wallingford
dryly, changing his coat for mackin-
tosh and hunting out his "sicker' hat
THE rains slackening up, cheerful
looser, and IL this car isn't standing in
three or four feet Of water I'm going
to screw this attachment in place and
we'll hike right on to that good town
they tell us about, where there's a real
hotel"
They smoked contcmplative cigar
while they waited for the rain to die
down. Before 1t had quite ceased
Jonas Squibble was out on the field
again, and with him, besides his
friend, the sheriff, was a tall man in
gum boots and yellow cravenette.
This is Mr.. Walllngford, Mr.. Dick
erson," introduced Jonas, rubbing his
hands together and grinning a grin Of
pure delight. "Mr. Dlckcrson, Mr.
Daw. Mr.. Dlckerson is from the In.
ternatlonal Lithograph Stone company.
lie was here last spring lookin' at my
stone, an as soon as seen the ad.
dress on that letter you gi' me to mail
| wrote to i'm, an Mr. Dlckerson
come right on. | had him hid in the
hotel ever since last night"
IL couldn't see why Mr. Sqnibble
wouldn't let me come out" laughed
Mr. Dlckerson, who wore queer little
tufts Of curly red beard, but now !
understand It.. want TO compliment
you on the care you've taken In min
ing and packing the rock, Mr.. Walllng
ford. or course this isn't high grade
lithograph stone, but it's the best |
could find in the three months trip
which have just ended, and it's n
very good sort for n variety Of COM
moner work | should judge the de
poslt to be worth in the nelghborhood
Of $4,000"
let me shake you by the hand
again. Mr. Dickerson." said BlackIe
with gurgling enthusiasm. Let me
shake you by both hands. You're a
pleasant stranger and welcome
stranger! You must come In and have
pipe and a glass Of greg with me,
while my friend, Jimmy, sits on the
wet step and mourns Rufus, I'll
trouble you for my Jade fob pendant
again and also for my scarab scarfpin." !"
Walllngford slowly unfastened those
articles OF ndornment and passed them
over to Blackie with sigh. That's
what get for being piker," he said
tAnother adventure next wesk.l