Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1924-02-15

tempered somewhat ny ,luo uloCOtcly
that he had brought to the surface the
strongest flow of salt water in the
country!
Its sure wicked the way you
curse, Old Timer" said Pinkey, re-
provingly, as Wallie came up from the
corral carrying an empty milk bucket
in one hand and testing the other for
broken bones. 81 could hear you
talkin' to Rastus from whur I'm set
tim"
Wallie exhibited row of bruised
knuckles and replied flercely:
IF ever had an immortal soul I've
lost it since that calf came! Between
his bunting on one side and me milk
| ing on the other, the COW kicked the
pail over"
"Quirl you a brownie and blow it
threw your hackamore and forgit it, !"
said Pinkey, soothingly, as he handed
him book of cigarette papers, with
sack of tobacco and made room for
him on the doorsill. II amt used to
COW milk anyhow; alright is better"
Wallie took the offering but re-
NAMED standing, rolling it dexterous-
| Iy as he looked off at his eighty acres
of spring wheat showing emerald
green in the light of a July sunset.
Pinkey eyed him critically = the
tufts of hair which stood out like
brushes through the cracks in what
| had once been a fine Panama hat, his
ragged shirt, the faded overalls, the
riding boots with heels so run over
| that he walked on the side Of them
Unconscious of the scrutiny. Wallie
continued to gaze in kind of holy
ecstasy at his wheat-field until Pin
key calculated:
my, but you've changed horrible!"
How changed?" Wallie asked, alb
sently.
You're so DANCED dirty l should
think you'd have to sand that shirt
before you could hold it to git into it."
81 hardly ever take it off," said Wal
lie. I've been so busy haven't had
time to think how l looked, but l
hope now to have more leisure. Pin
key" impressively Il believe my
troubles are about over
Don't you think it," replied Pink
ely bluntly. "a dry-falmer kin have
six months of hard luck three times
year for four and five years, hand
runnin'. In fact, they amt no limit
to the time and the kind of things
that kin happen to dry-farmer."
But what could happen now?"
Wallie asked, startled.
TITS too clost to bedtime fer me to
start in tellin' you,' said Pinkey,
dryly.
You're too pessimistic, Pinkey.
I've prepared the soil and seed &C
cording to the instructions in the
Farmers Bulletin from Washington,
and as result I've got the finest
stand of wheat around here-even
Boise Bill said so when he rode by
yesterday"
Rave ont" Pinkey looked at him
mochingly. Its pitiful to hear you.
You read them bulletins awhile and
you wont know noth1n'. I seen fell
Ter plant some corn his congressman
sent him and the ears was SO hard
the pigs used to stand and squeal in
front Of EN-. But of course I'm glad
you're feelin' so lucky; I'm scairt Of
4 ~
take chances and I always git a jolt
for it,
Wallie's face was sober as he con-
fided:
If anything went wrong I'd be done
for. I'm so near broke that count
my nickels like some old woman with
her butter-and-egg money"
II guessed it," said Pinkey, calmly,
from the rabbit fur I see layin'
around the dooryard."
Nearly everything has cost double
what l thought it would, but if 1 get
a good crop and the price of wheat
holds up I'll come out a-fying."
IF nothin' happens" Pinkey supple
mented.
II want to show you one of those
bulletins"
I've seen plenty Of 'em. You can't
stop 'em once you git 'em started.
Them, and pamphlets tellin' us why
we wentto war, has killed off many
mail-carrier that had to fight his
way through billiards or be fined for
not deliverin' 'em on schedule.
amt strong fer gover'mint literature.
Wallie stepped inside the cabin and
brought out pamphlet with an illus
tration of IL horses hitched to COM
bined harvester and thresher, stand
ing in wheat-feld of boundless acre
age.
There" he said, proudly, you see
my ambition
Pinkey regarded it, unexcited.
That's real nice picture" he said,
finally, but thought you aimed to
go in for cattle?"
81 did. But I've soured on them
since that calf came and I've been