Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1924-04-04


Mr. Stott called out that they were
going to be neighborly and visit him
soon.
The feeling of helpless wrath in
was a sensation that he had expert
enced only few times in his life.
Pinkey had warned him that at the
first openly hostile act he would
'blab" the story Of the Skull Creek
episode far and wide. He had hit
Candy in his vulnerable spot, for ridi-
culo was something which he found
it impossible to endure, and he could
we'll appreciate the glee with which
his many enemies would listen to the
tale, taking good care that it never
died.
BY all the rules Of the game as he
had played 1t often, and always with
success, Wallie should long since
have "faded''-scared, starved out.
Yet, somehow, in some unique and
extraordinary way that only dude
would think OF, he had managed to
come out on top.
But the real basis for Canby's griev-
ance, and one which he would not
admit even to himself, was that how
ever Wallie was criticized, Helene
spencely never failed to find some
thing to say in his defense.
There was not much that Candy
could do in the present circumst
to put difficulties in Wallie's way, but
the next day he found 1t convenient
to turn a trainload of longhorn Texas
cattle loose on the adjacent range.
and posted warnings to the effect that
they were dangerous to pedestrians,
and persons going among them on
foot did so at their own .isk.
Pinkey took triangular piece Of
glass from between the logs in the
clubhouse and regarded himself
steadily in the bit Of broken mirror.
He murmured finally:
II amt no prize baby, but If jest
had classy set of teeth wouldn't
be bad lookin'."
He replaced the mirror in the crack
and sauntered down to the cook-shack
where he seated himself on the door
SILL The chef was singing a. IL he
meant it: "Ah, I Have Sighed to
Rest Me Deep in the Silent Grave"
Pinkey interrupted:
"How do you git to work to get
teeth, Mr.. Hicks?"
Like Mr.. Stott, no question could be
put to Mr.. Hicks for which he could
not find an answer. He now replied
promptly:
We'll, there's two ways: you can
send to Mungummery-Ward and have
a crate sent out on approval, and keep
tryin' till you find set that fits or
you can take the cast off your gooms
yourself, send it on and have 'em
hammer you out some to order"
"Is that SO? What kind of stuff do
they use to make the st off your
gooms OFF,"
Some uses putty, some uses clay,
but believe they generally recon-
mend plaster of Paris. It's hard, and
it's cheap, and it stays where it's
put"
| A thoughtful silence followed; then
Pinkey got up and joined Wallie, who
was sitting on the top pole of the cor
raj, smoking modify.
Pinkey blurted out suddenly:
II wisht I'd died when was little!"
whats the matter?"
do you believe in -;igns?"
To which Wallie replied absently:
4 Can't say do. Why?"
IT there's anything in signs I
ought to be turrible jealous-the way
my eyebrows grow together"
aren't you?" indifferently.
"Me-jealous? Nobody could make
me Jealous, especially a woman"
you're lucky!" Wallie spoke with
unnecessary emphasis. tits an I'M
comfortable sensation"
Pinkey shifted uneasily and picked
a bit of bark off the corral pole.
Don't it look kinda funny that Miss
Eyester would take any in'trist in Old
Man Penrose? A girl like her
wouldn't care nothin' about his mon.
ey, would she?"
Wallie looked dour as he answered:
"You never can tell-maybe." He
had been asking himself the same
question about Miss Spencely, whom
he had seen rather frequently of late
with Candy.
Guess I'll quirl me a brownie and
git into the feathers" glumly. II
thought I'd go into town in the morn
in, l want to do me Some buyin'."
| Wallie nodded, and Pinkey added
as he unlocked his heels:
"You want to ride herd pretty clost
on Aunt Lizzie. She's bound and de-
termined to go outside the fence hunt
in moss-agates. The cattle are liable
to hook her. Candy throwed them
longhorns in here en- purpose"
I'm sure of it," Wallie said grim