White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-01-04
The Dude
Wrangler
Caroline Lockhart
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EIGHTH INSTALLMENT
Continued from previous issue)
Neighbors
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of the Maine coast until Transformed
into French sardine by Candy, Sr. 1t
had brought wealth and renown to
the shrewd old Yankee, who was
alleged to have smelled Of herring
even in his coffin, but the Candy
family were not given to boasting Of
the source of their income to stran-
gers, and by the time Candy, Jr.,
was graduated from Harvard they
were fairly deodorized.
In the East many things had con-
spired to make the young Candy the
misanthrope and recluse he had
come to be in Wyoming, where he
was fully aided and abetted in his
desire for seclusion by his neigh
bors, who disliked him so thoroughly
that they went out of their way to
avoid speaking to him.
Having been graduated without
distinction, he concentrated his ef'
forts upon an attempt to become one
of New England coterie that po'
litely refused to do more than admit
his existence.
In pursuance Of his ambition he
built a castle-like residence and spe.
cialized in orchids and roses, pur.
chased a yacht, became an exhibitor
at the Horse Show. Society praised
his roses, but their admiration did
not extend to Candy; he went on
solitary cruises, in his floating pal,
ona ,-d +bo IIor,a Cbnu 1uhiph had
proved an open sesame to others, n
his case was a failure.
Finally he married girl who had
the entree to the circle he coveted
but his wife received invitations
which did not include her husband
The divorce court ended the arrange
ment, and Candy had the privilege
of paying a kings ransom in ali
mony into one of Boston's first fam
lilies.
Petty, INSCRIPTIONS, overbearing
Candy never attributed his failure te
the proper cause, which was his u1l
pleasant personality, but regarded n
as conspiracy on the party OF So
ciety to defeat him in his ambition
and accordingly came to hate 1t.
When he was not travelling he
spent his time on the feudal estate
he had created in Wyoming, where
he had no visitors except Helene
Spencely and her brother, who came
occasionally when invited. Protect
ing himself from invasion from thu
smaller cattlemen and homesteader'
was in the nature of recreation t.
Candy, who had various methods O
Kidding himself of their presence.
Boise Bill was one of those h
kept for the purpose of intimidatini
prospective settlers, and was con
sidered by him his ablest lieutenant
Therefore when that person returned
and stated that the job OF running
off the newcomer was one he did no
care to tackle further, Candy coul
not fail to be impressed by the dec
laration.
Among traits less agreeable. Bots
Bill had strong sense Of humor, al
belt of a somewhat ghoulish brand
usually. AS he rode back to repor
to Candy, the ludicrous side OF tn
encounter grew on him until 1t out
weighed the chagrin he first had fel
at getting the worst OF 1t.
Thinking of Wallie in his dude
clothes, his pale face and his eye
cleaning, swinging the frying-pan il
his rage at the loss of his supper
when more experienced man woul
have thrown up his hands promptly
Boise Bill slapped his leg and rookie
in the saddle as he chuckled:
''That's the closest squeak eve
had; he might a trembled his GU
off and killed mel"
To Candy he declared with fac
that was unsmiling and solemn:
Il low l got my share of nerv
when it comes to showdown, an,
1 amt no skimmik runt, neither, blu
that nester-he's a giant-and hos
tile as they make EN-! He had MI
lookin' at the hole card from the GU.
SET"
Are you afraid of him?" Canb.
demanded, incredulously.
II wouldn't say I'm actually afrait
Of him, but l got an old mother IL
southern Idyho that's dependin' or
me, and can't afford to take
chances"
"1l go myself" said Candy
CURLY.
Don't let him git the drop or
you" Boise Bill warned him. u
never see anybody so quick as he is
He had out his weepon and was owe,
the fire at me before knew what
was happenin'," with conviction. HE
gets 'ringy'-that Teller"
Canby's cold gray eyes glittered
though he said nothing OF his inten
tons.
Pinkey put up Wallie's silk tent
and staked 1t, showed him how tt
hobble and picket his horse and
make baking-powder biscuit, and left
him.
TITS be lonesome at first, and the
work'll come hard on you, but you'll
be jest as happy as If you was In
your right mind, onct you git used
to it," he assured Wallie.
1.-THE work doesn't bother me, but
l imagine it will be lonesome"
"Ylnn ought to git some kind of