Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-03-05

the young man, dlH1uently claSplng his
hands would be this: They did not
quarrel when they parted. Mr.. Redruth
babe her good-by and went out into the
world to seek his fortune. He knew
his love would remain true to him. He
scorned the thought that his rival could
make an impression upon heart so fond
and faithful l would say that Mr..
Redruth went out to the Rocky Noun
tains in Wyoming to seek for gold. One
day a crew Of PIRATES landed and cap
tured while at work, and"
Hey what's that2" sharply called the
passenger who was nobody in particular
Ia crew Of pirates landed in the Rocky
Mountains! VIII you tell US how they
sailed -"
LANDED from a train" said the mar
ratOr, quietly and not without some
readiness. They kept him prisoner, in
a cave for months and then they took
him hundreds of miles away to the for
ests of Alaska. There a beautiful Indian
girl fell in love with him, but he re-
manned true to Alice. After another year
of wandering in the woods, he sat out
with the diamonds"
with diamonds?" asked the unimpor-
tant passenger, almost with acerbity.
1.-THE ones the saddlemaker showed him
in the Peruvian temple" said the other,
somewhat Obscurely. when he reached
home, Alice's mother led him, weeping
to green mound under a willow tree.
IItT uGdIl WAS DGOheu Wltu YOU lelLt
said her mother. And what of my rival
of Chester McIntosh? asked Mr.. Red
ruth, as he knelt sadly by Alice's grave.
When he found out she answered that
her heart was yours, he pined away day
by day until, at length he started a
furniture store in Grand Rapids. We
heard lately that he was bitten to death
by an Infatuated moose near South Bend,
Ind, where he had gone to try TO forget
scenes Of civilization With which (Mr.
Redruth forsoOk the face of mankind
and became a hermit, rs we have seen.
MY story concluded the young man
with an agency, May lack the literary
quality; but what | want 1t to show is
that the young lady remained true. She
cared nothing for wealth in comparison
with true affection. I admire and believe
in the fair sex too much to think other
wise"
The narrator ceased, with a sidelong
glance at the corner where reclined the
lady passenger.
Bildad Rose was next invited by Judge
Menefee t. contribute his story in the
contest for the apple of judgment. The
stage drivers essay was brief.
I'm not one Of them lobo wolves"
he said. who are always blaming on
women the calamities of life. My testi-
nony in regards 10 the fiction story you
ask for, Judge, will be about as fol
lows: What allied Redruth was pure
lCziness: II he had up and slugged this
PerciVal De Lacey that tried TO give him
the outside of the road, and had kept
Alice in the grapevine swing with the
blind bride on, all would have been Well
The woman you want is sure worth
taking pains for.
send for me If you want me again.
says Redruth, and hoists his Stetson and
walks off. He'd have called it pride
but the meteorological name for it IS
laZineSs. No woman don't ike to run
after a man. Let him come back, his
self, says the girl; and I'll he bound
she tells the bog with the pay ore to
trOt; and then spends her time watching
out the window for the man with the
empty pocketbook and the tickly mus
taChe.
Il reckon Redruth waits about nine
years expecting her to send him 3 note
by a niger asking him to forgive her
But she don't. This game won't work,
says Redruth; then so won't l.. And be
goes in the hermit business and raise;
whiskers. Yes; laziness and whiskers
was what done the trick They trave
together. You ever hear of a man with
long whiskers and hair striking a bO-
mama? No. Look at the Duke of Marl-
borough and this Standard Oil snoozer
Have they got emf
Now, this Alice didn't never marry
III bet a boss. If Redruth had mar
ried somebody else she might have done
so. too. But he never turns up. She
las THESE mere LulNZS LAhN call fDUf
memories and maybe lock of hair and
a corset steel that he broke, treasured
up. Them sort Of articles is as good a,
husband to some women. I'd say she
played out a lone hand. | don't blam,
no woman for old man Redruth's aban-
donment of barber shops and clear
shirts"
Next in order came the passenger who
was nobody In particular. Nameless tC
US he travels the road from Paradise to
Sunrise City.
But him you shall see. II the freight
be not too dim. as he responds to the
judges call.
A lean form, in rusty brown clothing
sitting Ike a frog, his arms wrapped
about his legs, his chin resting upon his
knees. Smooth, oakum -colored hair long
nose mouth ike satyrs with upturned
I tobacco stained corners. An eve Ike
tiSh's; red uecktie with a horseshoe pin
He began~with a rasping chuekle thai
gradually formed Itself into words.
Everybody wrong so far. What
romance without any orange blossoms
Ho, no! Ny money on the lad with tn,
butterfly tie and the certified checks il
his trouserings
Take em as tehy parted at the gate
All right. You never loved me- SAYS
Redruth, wildly. or you wouldn't speaL
TO man who can buy you the ice cream.
Il hate him. says she I loathe his side
bar buggy; l despise the elegant cream
bOnhOus he sends ME IN gilt boxes GOV
cred with real lace; l feel that I could
stare him to the heart when he presents
me with 4 solid medallion lQcket wifi
turQuoiseS and pearls running in q vine
around the border. Away with him Ills
only you | love Back to the cOSey cor
ner" says Redruth. Was / bound and
lettered In East Aurora? Get platonic
II you please. No Jsckpots for mine. &c
and hate your friend some more Fol
me the Nickerson girl on Avenue B, and
gum and trolley ride
around that night comes John W
Croesus. What .tcars?' says he, ar
ranging his pearl pin. You have driven
bling. 1 hate the sight Of you Marry
me. then says John w, lighting 8
Henry Clay. What" she cries. indig-
nantly, marry you! Never she says
until this blows over, and can so some
shopping, ad you see about the license
There's a telephone next door if you want
to call up the county clerk"
The narrator paused to give vent to
his cynical chuckle.
Did they marry?" he continued did
the duck swallow the June bug? And
then I take up the ease of Old Boy Red
ruth. There's where you are all wrong
again, according to my theory. What
turned him into a hermit? One saws
booze. l say women did it, How old is
the old man nOw?' asked the speaker
turning to Bildod Rose
Il should say about sixty FIVE"
"All right. He conducted his hermit
shop here for twenty years. Say he was
% when he took off his hat at the gate
That leaves twenty years for him to &C.
count for, or else be locked. Where did
he spend that ten and two five? I'll give
YOU my idea. Up for bigamy. Say there
was the fat blonde in Saint 10, and the
Panatela brunette at Skillet Ridge, and
the gold tooth down in the Kaw valley
Redruth gets his cases mixed. and they
send him up the road. He gets out after
they are through with him, and says;
ANY line for me except the crinoliue The