The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1922-04-21
CHAPTER


~ StTeet Twelve Mics Long.
II like yOre outfit" Red HoIliste
grunbled. You're nice boys, and goOt
to yOre mOthers-what few of you ain
wore their gray hairs to the grave
with yore frolicsome ways. You know
yOre business and you got a goo,
cook. But I'm darned if / like thil
thing of two meals q day. one at 4
quarte" 10 twelve at night and thu
other a quarter past twelve, also ant
likewise at night"
Reds %grumbling was q p%retense. He
would not have been anywhere else fol
twice the pay. This vas what he lived
for.
Johnnie GREEN, commonly known as
the Runt," helped himself to another
flank steak. He was not much of a
~cow-hand, but when it came 10 eating
Johnnie was always cO~nscientioUsly on
the job.
These here New Workers must be
awful hardy" he ventured, apropos of
nothing. Seems like they're night
birds for fair. Never do go to bed. far
as | can make out. They tramp the
streets all day and dance at tIem cab
by-rets all night. My feet would be
all wore out"
STAGE Wallis grinned. $50 would my
pocketbook. I've heard t,n how a Eel
low can pay as high as four or five
doiiars for an eat at them places"
Clay Lindsay laughed. You BOYS
KNOW a lnf ahn.Vt No. VII
as much as l do. I've read that a
guy can drop a hundred dollars a night
IN a cabaret if he has a friend or two
along, and never make a ripple on
Broadway"
well, l read there's a street there
twelve miles long. If a fellow started
at one end of that street with a thirst
he'd sure be salivated before he
reached the other end Of it," STAGE
said with a grin.
wonder if a fellow could get a Job
there. They wouldn't be no use for n
puncher, / reckon Slim drawIcd.
"Betcha Clay could get a job
all right" answered Johnnie Green
promptly. He'd be top hand any
where, Clay would"
Johnnie was the lost dog OF the
B-in-a-Box ranch. 1t was his nature TO
FOLLOW somebody and lick hi: hand
whenever it was permitted. The some |
BODY he followed was Clay Lindsay.
Johnnie was his slave, the echo of his
opinions, the booster Of his merits. |
lie asked no greater happiness than TO
trail In the wake OF his friend and get
a kind word occasionally.
The Runt had chosen as his Admir- |
able Crichton a most engaging youth. |
1t never had been hard for any girl |
to look at Clay Lindsay. His sun
AIMED good looks, the warmth of his
gay smile, the pOise and the easy stride
OF him. made Lindsay q marked man
even in II country where men of splen-
d1u PHYSIQUE were no exception.
His eyes now were watching the leap
the fire glow. The talk Of New York
had carried him back tO a night on the
roundup three years before. He was
thinking about a slim girl standing on
a sand spit with q wild steer rushing
Hi VI l'I "dIIh. SISIuST DOUV l
wing In his arms for FIVE immortal
her dark, shy eyes shining
Dut of the dusk at him like live Goals.
He rememberedvand il burt him to
it-hOw his wounded pride had
ashed ont in resentment Of the patron
ige of these New Workers. The Young
n man a insulted him, but he knew
n ms heart now that the girls father
lad meant nothing of the kind. OF
curse the girl had forgotten him long
Question is, could you land a job
n New York if YOU wanted one" ex-
'lalned STAGE to the dreamer.
If it's neck meat or hothin' a fell
ow can most always get sOmethin' to
TO-" said Lindsay in the gentle voice |
re used. The vague impulses of many
avs crystalized suddenly into a reso-
ltiOn. Anyhow I'm goin' TO try. Soon |
s the rodeO is over I'm goin' to hit
he trail for the big town"
"TucsOn?" interpreted Johnnie dubi-
usly.
New York"
The bow-legged little puncher looked :.
t his friend and gasped. 3
Clay flashed on him the warm smile
lat endeared him to all his friends.
I'm goin' 10 ride down Broadway and Q
up the. town, Johnnie. Want TO Il
ONE along?' a
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