The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1922-07-28

agitated snake. Clay had one adj
vantage. He was wet through anyhow.
1t did not matter how much Of the
deluge struck him. The janitor fought
to keep dry and he had not chance
on earth to succeed.
For one hundred and seventy-five
pounds Of Arizona bone and muscle,
toughened by years of hard work in
sun and wind. had clamped itself up
on him. The nozzle twisted toward the
janitor. He ducked, went down. and
was instantly submerged. When he
tried to rise, the stream beat him back.
He struggled halfway up, slipped. got
again to his feet, and came down sit
ting with hard bump when his legs
skated from under him.
A smothered Vat tell 70 rose out of
the waters. The janitor could not I'M
derstand what was happening to him.
He did not know that he was being
treated to a new form of the wxter
cure.
Before his dull brain had fHnctioned
to action an iron grip had him by the
back of the neck He was jerked to
his feet and propelled forward to the
curb. Every inch of the way the heavy
stream from the nozzle broke on mis-
face and neck. 1t paralyzed his re-
sistance, Jared him so that he could
not gather himself to fight. Clay
bumped him up against a hitching
post, garroted him, and swung the
hose around the post in such a way
as to encircle the feet Of the man.
The cowpuncher drew the hose
tight, slipped the nozzle through the
iron ring, and caught the Tapping arms
of the man to his body. With the deft
skill of trained roper Clay swung the
rubber pipe round the body Of the man
again and again, drawing 1t close to
the post and knotting it securely be-
hind The Swede struggled, but his
furious rage availed him nothing. When
Clay stepped back to inspect his Job
he knew he was looking at one that
had been done thoroughly.
~ keel you, by d-n, eff you don't
turn me loose!" roared the big man In
a rage
The range-rider grinned gayly at
him. He was having the time of his
young life. He did not even regret his
f1fty-five-dollar suit.
'Lffe's just loaded to the hooks with
disappointment, Olie," he explained,
and his voice was full OF genial SYM
pathy. 'Pll bet dollar Mex you'd
sure like to beat me on the head with
a two-by-four But I don't reckon
you'll ever get that fond wish gratified.
We're not liable to meet up with each
other again pronto. Today we're here
and tomorrow we're at Yuma, Arizona,
say, for life is short and darned
fieetin', as the poet fellow says"
He waved a hand jauntily and
turned to go. But he changed his mind.
His eye had fallen on young woman
standing at French window of the
house opposite. She was reckoning to
him imperiously.
The young woman disappeared as he
crossed the street, but in a few mo-
ments the door opened and she stood
there waiting for him. Clay stared. He
had never before seen a girl dressed
like this. She was in riding boots.
breeches and coat. Her eyes dflated
while she looked at him.
''WyomingT she asked.
Arizona" he answered.
All one. Knew 1t the moment saw
you tie him. Come In" She stood
aside TO let him pass.
That hall, with its tapestried walls.
its polished floors, and oriental rugs.
was reminiscent of ''the movies" TO
Clay. Nowhere else had he seen
home so stamped with the mark OF
ample means.