Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-05-28
The Last of The Tr0ubad0ury
By O. HENRY Ses vi IL $a!gs 3sSsSss; e
CONTINUED From Page one.)

make good grazing fer your spring
| lambs"
well, well, WE'LL" said old man Eli
son. I'm mighty glad to see you, Sam.
! never thought you'd take the trouble to
ride over to as out of the-way. an old
ranch as this. But you're mighty wet
come. Light. I've got a sack of new
oats in the kitchen-shall l bring out
feed for your hoss?"
"Oats for him?" said Sam, derisively
"No, STREE. He's as fat as a pig now
on grass. He don't get rode enough to
keep him in condition. III just turn
him in the horse pasture with drag rope
| on if you don't mind"
| / am positive that never during tbs
eleventh and thirteenth centuries did
/ Baron, Troubador and Worker alnalga-
did that evening at old man Buison's
sheep ranch. The KiOwas biscuits Were
| light and tasty and his coffee strong.
Ineradicable hospitality and appreciation
| tanned face. As for the troubadour, he
| said to himself that he had stumbled
upon pleasant places indeed. A we'll
! cooked, abundant meal, host whom his
! lightest attempt to entertain seemed TO
| delight far beyond the merits of the ex-
| ertion, and the reposeful atmosphere that
his sensitive soul at that time craved
united to confer upon him q satisfaction
and luxurious ease that he had seldom
found on his tours of the ranches.
After the delectable supper, Sam I'M
tied the green duck bag and took out
his guitar. Not by way Of payment
mind you-neither Sam Galloway nor
any other of the true troubadOurs airs
| lineal descendants Of the late Tommy
Tucker. You have read Of Tommy Tuck
err in the works Of the esteemed but often
obscure Mother Goose. Tommy Tucker
sang for supper. No true trOubadour
would do that. He would have his sup
per, and then sing for Arts sake.
Sam Galloways repertoire comprised
about fifty funny stories and between
thirty and forty songs. He by no
means stopped there. He could talk
through twenty cigarettes on any topic
that you brought up. And he never sat
stood when he could sit. | am strongly
disposed to linger with him, for ! am
| drawing a portrait rs we'll as a blunt
pencil and a tattered thesaurus will
allow.
/ wish you could have seen him. he
was small and tough and inactive be-
yond the power of ina gination to con-
| ceive. He wore IN utram1rine, blue
wooden shirt laced down the front with a
| pearly gray, exaggerated sort OF shoe
string. indestructible brown duck clothes,
/ inevitable high heel boots with Mexican
spurs. and a Mexican straw sombrero.
That evening Sam and old man Eli
| son dragged their chairs out under the
blackberry trees. They lighted cigar
/ cites; and the trCubadOur gaHy touched
his guitar. Many of the songs he sang
were the weird. minor-keyed canci0neI
that he had learned from the Mexican
( sheep herders and vaqueros. one in par
ticular charmed and soothed the soul Of
the lonely baron 1t was farorite song
Of the sheep herders beginning: "Huile
huile, palomita." which being translated
means, Fly. fly. little dove" Sam sang
! It for old man Ellison many times that
evening
The troubadour stayed on at the old
mans ranch There was peace and quiet
| and appreciation there, such rs he had
not found in the noisy camps OF the
cattle kings No audience in the world
| could have crowned the WORK OF poet,
musician or artist with pore worship
full and unfagging approval than that
| bestowed upon his efforts by old man
/ Ellison No visit by royal parsonage 10
| a humble woodchopper or peasant could
have been received with more tatterins
| thankfulness and Joy.
On 4 cool, canvas covered cot In the
| shade of the blackberry trees sam Gala
| way passed the greater part Of his time.
/ There he rolled his brown paper cigar
cites, read such tedious literature as the
ranch afforded. and added to his roper
toire az improvisation that he played so
expertly on his guitar. To him, as a
slave ministering 70 a great lord, the
| Kiowa brought cool water from the red
jar hanging under the brUs shelter, and
food when he called for il. The prairie
zephyrs famed him mildly. hooking
birds at morn and eve competed with
but scarce equalled the sweet melodies OF