St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1922-04-29

Bite, the Girl Exclaimed TO Clay.
bite" the girl explained to Clay, just
as though her father were not present
"Hmp!" exploded the mining mag
nate second time. Get busy, young
fellow"
Clay told the story of the fifty-tlve-
dollar suit that l. Bernstein had
wished OH him with near-tears Of re-
greet at parting from it. The cow
puncher dramatized the situation with
some native talent for mimicry. His
arms gestured like the lifted wings Of
a startled cockerA. "a man gets
chance at garment like that only
once In a while occasionally. Which
you, can take it from me that when I.
Bernstein sells suit Of clothes it Is
shust like he is dealing with his own
brother Quality, my friendts, qvality |
Why, l got anyhow suit which /
might be married In without shame,
un'erstan' me-"
Colin Whitford was Of the West him
self. He had lived It's rough-and-tunble
life for years before he made his
lucky strike in the Bird Cage. He had
moved from Colorado to New York
only ten years before. The sound OF
Clay's drawing voice was like mes
sage from home. He began to grin
In spite Of himself. This man was too
good to be true It wasn't possible
that anybody could come to the big
town and import into 1t so naiveiy
such a genuine touch Of the outdoor
West. 1t was not possible, but 1t had
happened just the. same. Long before
the COW puncher had finished his story
of hog-tylrg the Svede to hitching
post with his own hose, the mining
man was sealed Of the large tribe of
Clay Lindsay's admirers. He was
ready to hide him from all the police
In New York.
Whitford told Stevens to bring In
the flfty-fve-d dollar suit so that he
could gloat over it. He let out a whoop
Of delight at sight of its still sodden
appearance He examined It's sickly
hue with chuckles of mlrth.
murmurea Clay sadly.
Re man.eeti to get the coat on with
difficulty. The sleeves reached tust be-
low the elbows
'You look like a lifer from Sing
Sing" pronounced Whitford joyously.
Get a haircut, and you won't have
q chance on earth to fool the police"
'"The color did run and fade some,"
admitted Clay.
worth every cent of nine ninety
eight at a bargain sale before the
Swede got busy with it-and he let
you have it at a sacrifice for fifty-tive
dollars!' y The millionaire Wept happy
tears as a climax of his rapture. He
swallowed his cigar smoke and had to
be pounded on the back by his daugh-
ter.
Jenkins came to the door and an
nounced "Ar. Bromfield."
Almost on his heels young man In
immaculate riding clothes sauntered
into the room. He had the assured
ease of one who has the run Of the
house. Miss Whitford introduced the
two young men and Bromfield looked
the westerner over with suave In
science in his dark, handsome eyes.
Clay recognized him Immediately.
He had shaken hands once before with
this well-satisfed young man. and on
that occasion a ffty-dollar bill had
passed from one to the other. The
New Yorker evidently did not know
him.
It became apparent at once that
Bromfield had called to go riding In
the park with Miss Whitford. That
young woman came up to say good-by
to her new acquaintance.
"Will you be here when get back?"
mot If our friends outside give me
a chance for a getaway" he told her.
Her bright, unflInching eyes looked
into his. "Ioul come again and let
US know how you escaped" she In
vited
"Tll ce'taiply do that, Miss Whit
ford"
''rhen wen LOOK for you Thursday
afternoon. say"
"rll be here"
"If the police don't get you"