The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1916-05-31

ciated.
BOBBY WAUGH,
JIMMY BIBBS,
LOUIE ALBERTS.
On delying into the depths of this
apparent foul play it was brought to
light that the goats were last seen in
the hands Cf a certain small but well
built dark complected youth with an
abundance of dark, straight hair, two
dark flashing eyes and pair of glove
wielders equally as flashing as the
eyes.
The goats seemed perfectly suited
to their new owner and were peace
ably munching some tin cans, which
they had carried in their mouths from
their former abode.
And while the three horned buffers
were munching their appetizing re-
past, their three former owners were
each chewing on a large, juicy crouch,
and as each bit into his respective al
lowance they growlingly shook their
heads and a large rfown plowed it's
dark way up the middle of each fore
head.
The mere fact that the goats them
selves were unaware of the consterna-
tion showered upon the heads of their
old-time keepers was in itself pro-
volking more or less, but the very idea
of them departing without a struggle
or outcry was beyond the limits of
patience.
"Of all the nerve" slowly growled
one of the goatless trio, a dark, heavy
set chap with heavy pair of jaws
and an ear that closely resembled one
of the tin cans being fletcherized by
one of the goats. and to think ad-
ded one of the others, as he snapped
his beady eyes and showed his chin
out at an eighty-degree angle, "and
to think the little guy grabbed 'em
without even asking us. Well, if |
ever get my fins on him he'll think
-"
Family from somewhere within the
murky depths of space contented
"baaa-a" floated through the said MUIR
ky depths and waited itself in the
cauliflower ears of three disgruntled,
goatless growlers.
That's mine," voiced each at the
same time, and they gazed at each
other askance.
With low growl and at the same
time pulling their hats over their eyes
and buttoning their coats tighter
about them Gs Sherlock Holmes in the
house) the three started out to find
the place from whence the goatish
sound came.
Finally they stopped
After walking up dark hedgeways
and low fields and muddy moorlands
they were abruptly stopped by coming
in contact with a large board fence.
They held whispered consulta-
ton in the dark, dreary place and
Just as one of them was pealing off
a large slice of mud from his white
vest, another "baa-a-a" rent the Silly
air
"Why, thems' our goats and they're
right in here" howled one, as he start
ed to vault the fence as would one
of Robert Chambers heroes.
After no little exertion on their part
they did finally mount the fence, and
dropped into the enclosure.
And what did they find? To be
sure. their goats. Lets grab EN- and
run" whispered the heavy jawed one.
"All right" acquiesced the other
two. Each then busted himself with
the task of bundling goat under
their heavy coats and were on the
point of again mounting the fence when
clear voice from somewhere near
emitted loud and healthy stop.
And Jack White stepped into their
midst and with dramatic wave of the
hand ordered the three to let loose
the contents of their coats.
These are my goats he flung
through gritted teeth, "and I'll pro-
tect them with my very blood-yes,
my life. needs must be- Now git"
They did.
After while from somewhere
within the murky depths of space a
low growing. "of all tn nerve" was