The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1924-09-17

Der Transley and his wife-Zen, Of
the Y.D.?"
"You don't say! Thanks for that tip
about dressing up. l may explain"
Under continued, turning to Murdoch.
there was a time when l might have
been an also-ran In the race for Y.D's
daughter, only Transley beat me on
the getaway"
You" Grant exclaimed, incred-
ulously.
You, tool' Under returned,
great light dawning.
Promptly at six Under drew his auto
mobile up In front of the Transley
summer home with Grant and Muir
doch on board. Wilson had been
watching. and rushed down upon
them, but before he could Chamber up
on Grant great teddy-bear was
thrust into his arms and sent him,
wild with delight, TO bfs mother.
Look. motherl Look what the
Man-on-the-HiIl brought Seei He
has fire in his eyesi"
Transley and Y.D. met the guests
at the gate. How do, Grant, Glad
to see you, old man." said Transley,
shaking his hand cordially. 1.-The
wife has had so many good words for
you l am almost jealous. What he,
Linderl BY all that's wonderful
You old prairie dog, why did you
never look me up? I was beginning
to think the Boche had got you"
gnt,
received them as cordially as had
Transley. "Glad to see you fellows
back" he exclaimed. Il al'us said
the Western men 'ud put crimp in
the kaiser, spite o. hi an high
waterl"
Zone thing the war has taught u.s."
said Grant, modestly, sis that men are
pretty much alike, whether they
come from west or east or north or
south. No race has a monopoly OF
heroism"
well, come on in," Transley beck
oned, leading the way. Dinner will
be ready sharp on time twenty min
utes late. Not being a married man,
Grant, you will not understand that
reckoning. You'll have to excuse Mrs
Transley few minutes; she's holding
down the accelerator in the kitchen.
Come in; l want you to meet Squiggs."
Squiggs proved to be round man
with huge round tortoise-shell glasses
and round red face TO match. He
shook hands with a manner that sug-
gested that in doing so he was max
ing rather good fellow of himself.
I'VE must have a little fabrication,
for Y.D.'s sake" said Transley, pro-
ducing a bottle and glasses. II sup
pose 1t was the dust on the plains
that gave these old COW punchers a
thirst which never can be slaked.
These be evil days for the old-timers.
Grant?"
mot any, thanks"
mo? Well. there's no accounting |
for tastes. Squiggs?"
I'm a lawyer" said Squiggs, "and |
as booze is now ultra wires do my |
best to keep 1t down." and Mr. |
Squiggs beamed genially upon his
pleasantly and the full glass In his |
hand.
81 take a snort when l want it and /
don't care who knows It," said Y.D.
81 alus did, and l reckon I'll keep on
to the finish. It didn't snuff me out
in my youth and innocence, anyway.
Just the same, I'm admittin' it's bad
medicine in onskillful hands. Here's
hol"
The glasses had just been drained
when Mrs. Transley. entered the room.
fIsbed but radiant from a strenuous
half hour in the kitchen.
"Well, here you are" she exclaimed
so glad you could come, Mr.. Grant
Why, Mr.. Linder OF all people
This is pleasure. And Mr.. ~
'Alr. Murdoch" Transley supplied.
my chief of staff; the man who
persists in keeping me rich," Grant
II mustn't keep you waiting longer
Dinner is ready. Dad. you are to
arve."
Hanged if will I'm guest here.
md 1 stand on my rights" Y.D. ex-
'loded
Then you must do 1t, Frank"
81 suppose So said Transley, "alr
hough all get out of meal when I
ave to carve is splashing and pro-
anity. You know, Squiggs, I've fig
red 1t out that this practice of re-
Turing the nominal head of the house
0 carve has come down from the days
hen there wasn't usually enorgh to
o round. and the carver had to make
Ome fine decisions, and. perhaps,
laintain them by force. II has no
lace under modern civilization"
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