Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-14

1T was a quiet. peaceful morning
in the Physical Culture Studio.
Not that we usually open the day
with a roughhouse act or are in
the habit of startin' work with buck
and-wing duet or any crash bang
George Conan stuff. But somehow
things was calmer than usual ME
tilted back graceful in the desk chair
readin' some post-season base baii
drool, Swiftly Joe scufflin' around easy
in the gym. and tryin' to hum The
Love Nest" through his front TEEN,
the first steam of the season hlssh
gentle in the radiators, and the sun
shine filterin into the front WINDOWS
from 42d street cheerful. That S the
picture.
And then comes these heavy loot
steps on the stairs, the front once
door is swung open vigorous Incl
ihud like some one oropp1n war
robe trunk on the floor. ana the mex
l know I'm being hailed enthusiastic
nv this big stranger with the Sener-
Gus cut mouth. the wide-brlmmed tan
Stetson. and the rumbly double bari
tone voice. NJ,
We'll. we'll. we'll he let's on, IKE
he was startin' an auction expect
This must he shorty McCabe himself.
Eh?"
At that l twists my neck so | can
give him the up-and-down, ana IN
free to admit its a long ways up any
cuite a ways down Also. between the
dusty No. lis. planted solid on 'he
floor and the high crown OF the al
falfa lid there's "a good deal OF Wio'h'
you're a better gueSser than am
mister" said l. "Or else my memory
gone back on me. don't place you
at all, ar. ut,
You wouldn't" says he. for TINS
is nv first trip east of Denver since
was no highcr'n JACK RABBIT can
jump Iowa
smell back" said L. cor else YOU got
your growth quick"
.Haw haw." says he. as impetuous
as freight engine snortin up
grade Jest like Hank Allison said
Id find YOU, ready to set up and take
notice any time of day. Yea-uh.
Hanks allus right. my boy" And he
gives me a shoulder pat that almost
drives me through the chair bottom.
ooh" says l. Friend of Hank Ali
sons. are YOU
.Am To- says he Say. didn't we To-
cate the Blue Bird together. and work
double shifts Sinkin' the shaft, and
live on fried pork and chewin' to-
bacco and hope until We made our
strike, We sure did Course. Hank
up his pile in less'n two years after
I'd sold out and gone driftin' north
But then Hank was born a dirt
scratcher and l wasn't. Too dod-
blasted lonesome for me. that mimi
game Big Bill Blagden's gotta be
where there's folks or he amt no
good. So I pulls into Dawson. whip
saws me few thousand feet of green
plank and erects the Blagden House.
which was the first hotel above Chill
h@ -
instead of a bar. Yes. sir. A regular
honest-to-goodness bath tub. which
was some enterprisin in them days
and in that latitude.s I'm tellin' you"
Sounds reasonable" says l. AL
though ] never got up that far. Still
in Dawson. are your
Me-" says he. Why. Lord love you
man, I've been out of there more'n
fifteen years. Amt you ever heard of
Blagdens. Wyoming"
Sorry" says I. but I'll have to
pass. Named after you. eh?''
by me-" says he. First year ] was
mayor. When the boys came to me
and asked me to head tie ticket | told
'em fiat. No. sir. says |. you don't
get Big Bill mayorin' over any place
name as Siwash City. Allus did hate
a Siwash. anyway Then You name
it, they says. How about putin it
on the map as Blagden. says /
Done says they. And Blagdens it is.
Why notc Don't / own a clean third
of the town site. and the Opera House
block. and half interests in more'n
dozen ranches out Yellow Root way?
Not to mention the New Blasden House
Here! Lemme give you one of my
cards"
Thanks" says !, inspectin the
young placard he hands me. about the
size of the jack Of spades. Course.
Mr.. B1agden, any friend of Hank AL
lison's is
Now rope that Mr.. Blagden stuff
Shorty" he breaks in. for any friend