The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1916-01-10

time l perform my additions, which
means just plain washing up" he
added.
You are not obliged to buy scented
SOAP" urged the stranger patiently
I've got plain. unscented soap that
you might like
I'm particularly looking for eyelash
i've had trouble with falling eye
lashes ever since l had that terrible
scare in Wildcat canyon"
The stranger shivered a little and
glanced over his plump shoulder at the
darkness behind.
"Wildcat canyon-that sounds rather
dubious he said, with sickly smile.
81 hope it doesn't lie along the road
back to town"
Its still there, right alongside the
trail to Red Spider said Tony heart
lessly, "but it amt to be feared now
the way it used to be when Satan
Peterby lived hereabouts."
The salesman started at the name.
Satan Peterby?' he questioned.
"Who is hep
Tony settled back to enjoy himself
Before he made reply he rolled another
cigarette and lightedit leisurely. When
his sardonic smile was wreathed in
smoke he proceeded to enlighten the
nervous stranger.
Satan Peterby was a daredevil cow
boy who used to be the terror of Red
Spider When he was good he was ter
ribly mild and good and just like the
little girl in the rhyme-he wouldn't
play poker them times or drink any
thing except plain sody water, which
same is like soapsuds If you ever tasted
it: he wouldn't shoot up the town as
was his custom now and then, and
nowadays there amt so many Red
Spiderftes going around with clipped
ears and holes in their hat crowns as
there used to be in the days Of Satan
Peterby
when Satan was good he was most
uncommon dull, but his companions
didn't mind him. He was their idol;
idle and lazy, too, If you don't mind a
pun, stranger!
But when Satan Peterby was on the
warpath-whoopee! Look out; there
was something doing all the time, and
poor Satan didn't know what he'd done
till the day after it was all over. Some
times he'd be up before a coroner's
jury trying to explain about several
corpses that was ornamenting the
streets of Red Spider, and once he was
assisting at a lynching bee-chief per-
former, so to speak-but he got away
somehow.
'Oh, yes. he's seen around these parts
now and then, else it's his spook.
That's how 1 lost my eyelashes. 1 was
riding along the edge Of Wildcat can
yon one night-tust about such a night
as this, only an hour later, it was
when, pop, out Of the thicket there,
comes a wild eyed little man-that was
Satan Peterby, thank you!"
The stranger uttered startled bleat
and closed his sample case.
"Was that long ago?' he asked fear
fully.
Mr.. Golf surveyed his comrades with
inquiry in his dancing eyes.
Seems like it was most two weeks
ago." he said reminiscently. Boys,
wasn't it two weeks ago that we saw
the last Of Satan Peterby?"
1T sure was" agreed Mason Pepper.
rolling over and propping his chin in
his cupped palms. "I'n never forget
the sight of you standing against that
cottonwood tree, Tony, and Satan using
you for target"
"a targetY repeated the stranger
weakly --------- -e-.-----------------,
Tony Golf nodded and took up the
story.
you see, knew Satan Peterby well.
He used to borrow money off of me
every pay day till got so I found out
that he'd forget to pay it back. So
when I stopped lending it to him he'd
hold me up now and then for half a
months pay-and, by Jimmy, he'd get
1t too"
"Why?" asked the stranger, choking
little.
Because he'd think nothing Of shoot
ing to kill If refused. Once l offered
to give him my note for thirty days in
place of cash, and he riddled my new
hat so full Of bullet holes that it looked
more like fly trap than it did like a
respectable eight dollar hat.
"This particular time I speak about
was riding home with just about $40 in
my clothes when, as | say, out pops
Satan Peterby. Hands up, Tony says
he in that cold and deadly tone Of his.
You can guess how it sounded" Tony
nodded at the salesman.
Eyes. I've read considerable western
STORIES" murmured the other.
els that allT he asked when hand
ed over the $40. and l shook in my
boots when I saws Yes YOU can bet