White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-07-04
InstaIlment I

A beginning may poaI NC AAA'AAo "A'AN
the eighth day of August, 1920, in the
Rocky Mountain town Of Jaffery;
and with John Fiske, aged rs, or
thereby, lately from Boston, with
dreams of the future in the New
West, sitting on the veranda OF the
Rossland Hotel prop: ]. Donovan,
as It said on the single over the
door,, just staring in front Of him.
He was brought from his staring
by that "Prop''-Mr. Donovan-sitting
beside him heavily and commenting:
well, that's over. Got time for a
little bit of rest. Pm corpulent, l am,
but it amt through lack of work. I'm
corpulent becau~e | don't worry.
Couldn't get pair Of reach-me-down
pants in town to fit me. Got to go
and get made to measure; but there's
a drummer from Cisco here, dropped
off at Jaffery by accident, him hav-
ing met bootlegger on the cars. Got
it into his head this was Denver, Col.
Had an old friend in Denver thought
he'd call on. Queer effect tanglefoot
can have on a fellow. Providence Is
in everything. One mans loss is an
other mans gain. He's kind OF sober
now, and he tells me his firm Of reach
me-down pants makers has my girth
measurement It's a lesson to me.
was beginning to worry about that
paying for made-to-measure. Now I'm
fixed. You, now, look as If you were
worrying"
John Fiske focused his eyes from
distant to near gaze, and glanced at
the comfortable-the more than com
fortable-jowl of Prop Donovan.
II can't get a job" said he.
well, that shouldn't worry you
Rest! Rest!" and Donovan felt one
plump hand with the other.
"And who's to pay the board"
asked Fiske, in tone almost 1ndig
nant.
True" agreed Donovan after
long pause, and he gave a wheez1
sigh. "True. And that brings one
to the matter of worry. Now, young
man, I'll tell you those"
II got an idea," said Donovan
why don't you go and find the Good
Enough"
od-Enough. Anything would be
good enough for me just now if there
was a hundred dollars month in It,
20 man. If you got the Good
Enough you'd get hundred dollars
a minute according to accounts. But
maybe they're exaggerated, like the
size of the fish that slipped the
hook"
what on earth is the Good
Enough" John asked.
Donovan slightly slackened his belt
wheezed, and said:
There you are. Worrying so muct
over your affairs-a paltry matter o
fifty dollars a month to me-that vol
fogs your mind to not hearing abou
the Good Enough. The Good-Enougl
is-"
But at that moment he did notice
something in front Of him tina
stopped his speech. Fiske looked AGAR
in the direction of the hotel proprie
tors gaze and saw, coming strollint
along through the shimmering hea
haze lean, dark man with the twist
ed thighs of rider, slow, leisurely
movements, an erect but very loosel!
carried back, a sad expression and
pair of spectacles. The spectacle'
seemed wrong-an anomaly. Donovan
met the 1.-the mans slow gaze.
"How do, Waltz" he said.
How do, Prop?" responded tn
man called Walt.
Everybody called Donovan Prop
because of the legend on the shin
gle over his door.
Walt strolled on down the street.
Don't he just project himsel
along?" asked Donovan. THAT ain
walking. That's dallying along, wish
ing there was a boss to ride. He ain
nacherally of the mining company. II
belongs to the high-saddle belts o
this continent"
What is he?" said Fiske.
THAT? He's a Man. Can't you SCI
that? Did the spectacles fool you"
20, no."
20 no. That's right He got t
wear them for eye strain occasione
by looking along the sights OF rifle
so much Big game hunter and guild
he was originally, and before that
an earlier originally, so to speak-h
was a game warden, and before tina
boss breaker, and before that COY
puncher. But the occupation that mai
urally got him his name, or as the
say his soubriquet, was shooting VI
wolves on the plains. You'll hea
folks call him Walt the Wolfer tina
don't know what the name means
Things change in the West rapidly
He amt an old man by long way
but he can remember we'll when h
was wolfer They used to pull dow
calves whole lot. Sheep was out o
the question then in lots of parts
There was a bounty on wolves and h
was one of the VOTERS as they cal
them. Walt the Wolfer! Some name
A gentleman in Galena called hir
Four-eyes' once, in tones of contempt
and without the necessary smile o
affection, and he shot him for famil
arity. He don't like familiarity"
mol"