Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1916-12-13
sThen I'll Come Back to YOU
AUTHOR OF ONCE TO EVERY MAN"
Confined from preceding issue)

'oUSn OF tneln as USED 10 >lcl truck as
this. And l reckon it'll tickle the ladies.
too. But I can see Honey sticking his nose
in the air and snifin' superciious Ike the
first minute he gets his nose In TIE door he
amt going to approve at all, al all-not
any way YOU look ~ IT,"
"Honeyw,
Both Steve anu Gary ignored the rest
II Jo@s e~xplanai.~a 10 gasp that single
word in concert.
"Who in the world do you mean by
Honey'2"
.'Who could ] meant" Joe demanded
collectedly. 81 didn't give him the name,
did II ! mean that chap Wickersham, who
owns the timber north OF u. Foreign, amt
hef Sure, ! though 50? Well, every time
| run across that mans path my heart
swells with patriotism. ! guess I'm just az
glad to be born plain United States"
The first part of that statement was
listened to closely enough by both men the
last sentence or two, tor al that II was
heartfelt and sincere, was lost upon them
both. And Stoves mirth was even more
historical than was that of Garry Dever-
eau.
"Honeyr he painted. 'Now, isn't that n
wonder9 Jou, you're too good 10 be vast
ed on THESE timbered solitudes. Men paw
81 q seat, Joe, to hear performers work
| who are rank amateurs in comparison with
Iyou."
The riverman's eyes grew belhgerent.
s.Funny, is itg So awful funny! Well.
perhaps you think ] can't read plain print
yet, never havin, enjoyed a liberal educa-
ton. But take a look for Yourself"
He pulled up o pile otaoshrdlpoptoto
He pulled up u pile Of newspapers which
had come In since their absence, sorted out
one that was creased open and handed IT
TO Steve. Ii was an announcement OF Bar
lbara Allison's engagement TO the Hon Ar.
chibald WickerSham-that column to which
Fat Joe had folded the sheet--a many days
old announcement now. But the smile did
mot even stiifen upon Stoves bps The
l~picture which accompanied If was a poor
one. heavy Swallowed and smeared and
hacking in detail, vet Barbara's face was
lunmistakable. The room became Qniet. In
that hush Garry realized that Joe's mis-
taken translation Of the title had not been
as Joe hiself suggested, due TO lack OF
knowledge, but to a desire TO apprise his
employer delicately Of that which he be-
llieved was still news to him. And yet, from
the easy way in which he read it, word for
word, Garry was positive that all this which
the New York paper daily blazoned forth
with its customary mixture of snohblsh-
ness and vulgaritv was no longer news to
Steve. The LISTERS eyes lifted and dwelt
long upon Fat Joc's face.
$50, that's where you got it. was 1t
Joee' he asked evenly. You make il
Honey do Won? And when do they com,
III, JoeR"
Tomorrow night. One Of the teamsters
brought word this afternoon, Just before
you got back. Honey is going to have q
look al HIS trees and things, the way IN
derstand it. And the rest Of them. take
il. want 10 look as over in our wild state
Where are We going to put them girls?"
Steve's answer was long in coming.
"Miss-Allisona" he wanted 10 know.
"And that tall, red headed one" Joe
corrected promptly. II don't remember her
name, but she's coming too"
As studiously a. nc had done q moment
before. Garry avoided Steve's eyes.
..Miriam Burrell," the latter supplied the
omission. and that's fine, isn't it' How
long are they going to stay, joel
But Joe had finished with trifling.
.Where are we gong TO put themP' hf
insisted doggedly.
"Why, we have a couple Of shelter tent
somewhere IN the duffle, haven't WEI W.,
might pitch those if"-he looked abou'
ruminativcly-"if you think this is too
squalid."
Joe turned appealingly to Garry, only to.
meet eyes flaring with devlltry.
"If YOU think that I'm going to give ~
nv quarters for q tronp Of curious sight
secrs you're mistaken. II that's what yoi
surned toward me for don't allow ycurSei
to dwell upon il another minute. I'm a lab
oring man. and | have To have decent res
at nights. Do you suppose Ceciie, the maid
would really mind a tent4"
And then Joe's face went red
sNow amt you the pair OF rough Jos
erss- he winged. Amt you. though Bu
what's it going TO be-this room or Gar
'ry'sf The way | look at II we're harden
ed sons Of the wilderness, You know. That
what they always call M in print. Blu
how am I going to get this place cleane'
Iupf'
For another hour Joe argued 1t and a.
last settled upon the s~torehouse buiidini
A. the likeliest for sleeping quarters 70
a. ~,r. rovt,,o of the visitors.