White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-02-15

II don't know when I've eaten such
ham, tender, delicious flavor, and
just enough fat on it thought OF
4 you all through dinner, Rufus"
We've struck water-a big flow
1 can hear it'll break through any
minute!"
THAT'S fine! Splendid"
"You don't understand! Rufus
cried, desperately. Pm liable to be
drown before you can hist me out of
here. can hear it roar-like cloud
burst
Tell me about that deal between
you and Candy" Wallie suggested.
Let down the bucket" Rufus chat
tered.
Couldn't think of it. My eyeteeth
are coming through and don't like to
4 interrupt EN-"
"Ill make clean breast of it,"
Il don't want to pollute my we'll un-
less have to, but that's the only way
you'll get out of there" Wallie told
him, grimly.
"Canby's out to break you in one
way and another. He thought there
was no water over here, and he paid
me to talk you into diggin' for it. He
seen me and my boys eat one day in
the mess house, and he said 'twould
break the Bank of England to board
us, so he wanted that clause in the
contract, and after sixty-eight feet he
paid us, besides hundred and fifty
dollars bonus. done wrong, Mr.. Mac
pherson, and l freely admit it,"
"And you like my cooking, Rufus.
You like your food highly seasoned
with plenty of soda in the pancakes
and dough-gods?"
Eyes, Mr.. Macpherson" whined
Rufus. II never complained about
your cookin', I've nothin' against you
personally, and I'll knock somethin'
off the bill for bringin' in water If
you'll jest let down that" A screech
finished the sentence. Then:
"C-r-r-ripes! She's busted through!
She's comm like a river!"
1 1t became race between Wallie
and the subterranean stream that had
been tapped, and he was painting and
all but exhausted when Rufus rose to
the surface. AS he stepped from the
bucket the water reached the top,
poured over the edge, and rushed
down the draw" to Skull Creek.
| Wallie looked with bullying eyes for
moment, and when he had recovered
from his establishment he turned joy
fully, his grudge forgotten, and shook
Rufus hand in congratulation.
A moment later his enthusiasm was
tempered somewhat by the discovery
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. II could hear you
talkin' to Rastus from whur I'm set
TIM"
Wallie exhibited row Of bruised
knuckles and replied fiercely:
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 brownie and blow it
threw your 1fackamore and rorgft It,
said Pinkey, soothingly, as he handed
him book of cigarette papers, with
a sack of tobacco and made room for
him on the doorsill. 81 amt used to-
COW milk anyhow; alright is better"
Wallie took the offering but re-
manned standing, rolling it dexterous-
ly as he looked off at his eighty acres
of spring wheat showing emerald
green in the light of July sunset.
Pinkey eyed him critically - the
tufts Of hair which stood out like
brushes through the cracks in what
had once been 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
ssntly.
you're so DANCED dirty! l should
think you'd have to sand that shirt
before you could hold it to git into it,
Il hardly ever take it off," said Wal
| lie. 1--WE been so busy haven't had
time to think how l looked, but /
hope now to have more leisure. Pin
key" impressively, II believe my
troubles are about over"
Don't you think It'll" replied Pink
ey bluntly. "a dry-falmer kin have
six months of hard luck three times
a 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.
Its too clost to bedtime fer me to
start in tellin' yeu," said Pinkey,
dryly
you're too pessimistic, Pinkey.
I've prepared the soil and seed ac-
cording to the instructions in the
Farmers Bulletin from Washington,