Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1921-01-09

eyes and looks at him like he wants
to say somethin'. So Sam puts down
his instrument an goes over beside
the bed.
"Look here says Bud. I want
to talk to you bit about Sis -
Eyes says Sam; an he goes On
In his weak voice.
~ .in,t IN! Foin T. 20 last ao ,cnT xnd he
haven't q relative in the world. and
we cut our last ties to come out
here. She can't go on livingstone
"T know says Sam. softly. Il
been thinkin' about that myself.
lookin' ut him real meaningly. sam
"I dunno as I have. he says. I'm.
less she'd be willin' T move over {
my house as Mis- Sepulvida.' -rs'
bud gives a sigh of relief.
"I lust wanted t. make sure it
was all right. SO I could die easy.
when Alice comes in even she can
see that he's pretty far gone. but she
don't lose her head none. just stands
there with her cheeks flushed and
saws she guesses they'd better send
for a doctor.
Nov, the nearest doctor. barrin' a
veterinary. was sixty miles of. but
Jud and Peters offers to ride over
t get him. and Sam strides out o
ITS beeinnin' t. get cold and
'em all Of q sudden that it isn't no
place for a man as sick as Bud.
1--WE got Z get him t town.. says
Sam. hut Jud shakes his head.
What you goln' t do with the
grip he asks. 'Gulch City amt no
place for herr
"And then there was an awful
silence, all Of 'em KNOWN 1t was so.
Because Gulch City. however 1t might
be for men, was no place for lady,
consistin' as 1t did o four saloons.
dance hall. a restaurant that served
drinks. an Mis- Bascomb's place. They
weren't any too particular, but some
how the thought O. that Alice girl
knowing about 1t all didn't make hit
with 'em.
and his chin il set as hard as cement.
"Tt's goin' t be a place for her or
there won't be no town. he says.
Give me half an hour And with that
1 he rides of down the trail.
Il was down at the Peters bar when
| that moment there wasn't an ounce o
| his pa in him. jeff goes out t. talk
with him and he looks him over and
| speaks, usin' his words as hard as
pieces O. granite.
"'Jeff,' he says. 4 want you to take
| down your sign out here and put 1t
in your back room pronto. and II any
O. the boys get inclined t take q
drop too much want that you should
hit 'em on the head. II see any one
on the streets that amt exactly in
/ their right mind I'm going T. hold you
out waitin' for an answer he rides
down tn street Z the next ginhouse
an makes tn same little speech to
Old Man Morgan. No explanations.
Z VtsSvHI yntV 2knk 49,
but there was sometbin' in his eye
that kept 'em from askin' questions.
an inside of FIVE minutes JEFF and
Morgan an Bob Wells was a-takin' in
their signs. while down the street
Sam was leyin' down tn. law at the
him tell 'en that while they might
dance SATURDAY. evenin's until 10
o'clock. providin' always they did it
in a ladylike an gentlemanly man.
a chirp out Of 'em an no questions
asked
:aThen he turned round to ackle Mis-
| pascomh's boartlin' house. Now Mis-
Bascomb was a kind of character.
She was a great big fat woman with
a face like a chunk o. cement. No
body's ever got the better O. her yet.
She's got the only real house in Gulch
City. which same was most generally
| lit up from garnet o'cellar with vari-
ons kinds Of drink and games o.
chance goin' on inside. not to speak
o. the girls that stayed with her.
well. when Sam gets to her door
he doesn't get down; just stands there
yelling TIL she hears him and comes
cut on the steps. Behind her a lot
Of the girls stands lau9hin'. Sam
addresses them like a Judge from tn
| bench.
"Mis' Bascomb.' he says, in half
an hour the boys IL bringin' a sick
| man to your house to board. an with
him fs q young lady. An when SAN