The Glenwood post., 1921-10-29

| cause of his fathers III treatment Of
David Moreland and David MOreland's
people toward his mother because she
had let him go hungry for mother>love
as baby, as child, as boy. and as
a man; toward them both because he
| had been reared dO-nothing.
| The door opened suddenly, and By
| Heck came stamping In with gust Of
| cold air at his back. He carried In
| one hand the mail satchel in the other
| was his ever-present rifle. After throw
ing the satchel to the floor at Dale's
feet, he turned to the glowing wood
| stove.
I'm dang nigh friz, BILL" he chat
tered. MY gosh, l couldn't be no cold
er'n what / EN- eff I'd ha' elm the
nawth pole neck-ed. Say, Bill, why'n't
We burn coal Std o. wood? Igod, it's
| hotter"
Goal Is worth money. Wood isn't"
Dale ran through the mail hastily.
He threw aside letter from the Alex
ander Crayfield Coal corporation. which
took the entire output of the mine at
an extraordinary figure, and picked up
letter which bore the postmark of his
home city.
1t was from Babe Littleford. Since
he paid so little attention to the letters
Of his parents, they had requested her
to write to him-they wanted him to
come home for Christmas dinner.
Wouldn't he come?
He arose and paced the office floor
for two or three minutes, then he sat
down at his desk and dashed off a let
ter that contained only two sentences
BY Heck sat beside the stove and
watched his god with thoughtful eyes.
He understood, he believed. How any
woman on earth could turn down u
man like Bill Dale was utterly beyond
him. By Heck was great deal like q
| good-natured dog. ID.
| If Bill would only laugh, 1t would be
good for him. 1t had been so long since
he had heard Bill laugh BY Heck de-
cided that he would make Bill Dale
| laugh.
"Old boy"
"Well7"
"Do We want me to tell We a funny
tale?' drawled Heck. He barely heard
the answer:
| II guess I don't mind, By"
Heck's sympathy made him gulp.
But he swallowed the lump that came
| up in his throat and began bravely:
"One time the was Teller named
Smith. Odd name Bill, amt it? 'Hoss-
fly Smith. they called him, cause it
was said at he could easy shoot a
hOssfy often q hOss's ear and never
break hide on the animile. He was Il
hellion, too. One time Hossfly, he was
a-tryin' to git app'inted the chairman
O. some sort O. politics doin's, and on
that same day he was a-drinkin' sort
| O. tol'able heavy. They agreed to
make him the Temporary chairman, but
f, Hosstiy. he didn't want that. So he
| hops right up in the middle O the meet
| in and he hollers out and says:
"'Feller citizens he says, 4 want
| to be the permanent chairman! l amt
a-goin' to act In the capacity Of
burned Temporary chairman; abso.
d-n-lutely ain'tr
His old inemy, Eb Wright, he yells
back and says smart-like: Set down
thar, Hossfly,' says Eb-'you're drunk.
and you don't know the difference a.
tween temp'rary and permanent
"Well, they knowed Eb had It p
comm to him right then. and they lis
tened TO- 1t. Hosshy, he addresses the
whole meetin and this here is what
Hossfiy says:
"'Feller citizens says he. 'Eb
49, y ~ =
ference atween Temporary and perma-
nent. I'll prove to you that do know
the difference Eb Wright says I'm
drunk. am. That's temprary. Eb
Wright is a poke-nosed idjIt. That's
permanent r"
Heck finished with a lazy laugh:
"Haw. haw. haw! Hee-haw. hee-hawl"
THAT story" Dale said YEARLY,
has been told on dozens of politicians
II has become part Of the history Of
this state"
well, my gosh !" moaned BY Heck.
He thought deeply for a moment, de-
cifed that Bin Dale wouldn't laugh at
the story Of Tom Jones' pig-which
had drank all Of a gallon-pail of but
termllk and then gone to sleep In the
self-same pail-and went on:
Here's one, by Jake, at amt been
told on dozens o. politics men. And
every word of II Is the solemn. dyin'
death-bed truth. too.
Zone time ! was ont In the noun
tains a-huntin'. a-goin' along slow and
| a-lookin' TO squirrel when all OF a
student I hears skeery noise right
ahead o. me in the iaurels-Z-E-x-z-zI
| T-zz-z-Z! Jest Ike that. | stops, /
| stops de-e-ad still. ! looks keen. Tlnr
was den o. rattlers, and the very
least one WAS ss big around AS my left
hind laig Then ! hears Il turrble
| yrOMl uiphI allinl o. me. | looks Keen.