Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-02
CHAPTER 1.
A Street Twelve Amw1A<.

A Street Twelve MD0Ene.
II like yore OUTFIT" Red Hollis&sr
srumbled: You're nios bsYA and
good to Yore mothers-what ~ of
you amt wore their era hairs to the
grave with yore, frolicsome ways. Yep
know yore business and you got a
good cook. But I'm darned If I like
TINS thing OF " meals a day. one at
a quarter to twelve at night and the
other a quarter past twelve. also ana
likewise at night"
Reds grumbling was a p%retense.
He would not have been anywhere
else for twice the pay. This was what
he lived for.
Johnnie Green. commonly known as
other flank steak. He was not much
OF a cow-hand, but when it came to
eating Johnnie was always cohscien-
tiously on the job. :
These here New Yorker. must be
awfuly hardy" he ventured, apropos
of nothing. Seems like they're night
birds for fair. Never do go to bed,
The streets all day and dance at them
ecabby-rets all night. Ny feet would
be all wore out"
STAGE Wallis grinned. 80 would
my pocketbook. I've heard tell how
q fellow can a as high as four or
i've dollars for an eat at them places"
Clay Lindsay laughed. You boys
know a lot about New York, Just
about as much Is I do. I've read that
a guy can drop a hundred dollars. a
night in a cabaret il he has a friend
or two along. and never make a rip
pie on Broadway"
We'll, I read there's a street there
twelve miles long. II a fellow start
ed at n end of that street with a
thirst. he's 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
a puncher. I reckon" Slim drawled.
"Betcha Clay could get a job
promptly. He'd be top hand any
where, Clay would"
Johnnie was the lost dog of the
B-in-a-Box ranch. It was his nature
to follow somebody and lick his hand
whenever it was permitted. The some
body he followed was Clay Lindsay.
Johnnie was his slave, thes echo of his
He 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 tAd-
mirable Crichton a most engaging
youth. 1t never had been hard for
any girl to look at Clay Lindsay. His
sun-tanned good looks, the warmth of
his gay smile, the pose and the easy
stride of him made Lindsay a marked
man even in a country where men of
splendid physique were no exception.
His eyes now were watching the
leap Of 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 a
wild steer rushing toward her, Of her
warm, slender body lying in his arms
for five immortal seconds, of her dark,
shy eyes shining out of the dusk at
him like live Goals. He remembered
and it hurt him to recall it-how
resentment of the patronage Of these
New Workers. The younger man had
insulted him, but he knew in his heart
now that the girls father had meant
nothing of the kind. OF course, the
girl had forgotten him long since.
Question is, could o land a job
in New York if you wanted one" ex-
planned STAGE to the dreamer.
If it's neck meat or nothin' a fell
low can most always get somethin' to
do" said Lindsay in the gentle voice
he used. The vague impulses of many
days c~rystalized suddenly into a reso-
luton. Anyhow I'm goin' to try. Soon
as the rOoeO IS over m soln TO hit
the trail for the big town"
Tucson" interpreted johnnie du-
biously.
New York"
The bow-legged little puncher look
ed at his friend and gasped. ~,
Clay flashed on him the warm smile
that endeared him to all his friends.
I'm goin' to ride down Broadway and
shoot up the town, johnnie. Want
to come along?"