White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-05-15

THE EXILE OF :
THE LARIAT
BY HoNoRE WlLLsiE
Copyright 1928
Frederick A. Stokes Company
New York .
Observation-Disclosures
CONTINUED from Last Week.

very straight ana lnreW aHOlueI udll-
smoked cigarette out the window.
II don't know exactly how you'll go
about it," Hugh went on thoughtfully
That's your business"
Lord, know howl" shouted John
ny. why, say, Hughie, we could save
from the sheep men and the
hester if l could have chance to
carry out some ideas I've got"
Well" said Hugh, you go ahead.
You're equal partners with me from
now on. Eh?"
"Hughie," exclaimed Johnny, his
great voice infinitely persuasive, ARE
you doing this just to get the cattle
men back of your"
Hugh rose and paced the length Of
the room, returning to stand before
the cowman.
Johnny, you've said and done some
hard things to me lately"
"By God, have!" bringing his fist
down on the window-sill. Il deserve
WudL you gave Iluh.
Thus Johnny Parnell was won to
the cause Of the Gray Stallion. He
developed into a real and powerful
party leader
Hugh's first and greatest apprehen-
sion was, of course, lest the Eastern
Electric Corporation should be able to
begin actual work on the dam before
the fall election. Before he was able,
however, to form new plan Of attack
on the Public Utilities Commission,
he was astonished to receive visit in
The Lariat from old Charlie Whitson.
The old cowman, smooth-shaven
face, ride veined and full joweled
above bright red necktie, came in
to ask for book on cattle raising.
Hugh looked his shelves over seri-
ously enough before he announced re-
gretfully that he had no such work.
But" he added, cheerfully, you
might find one up at the ranch"
Eyes, | suppose So" replied Whit
son, looking from Hugh to the shelves
with their heterogeneous mixture of
books, Indian cnios and fossils. II
heard you'd quit dudes for good"
Hugh nodded. "Parnell and l de-
cided there were bigger things to be
done with Uncle Booklets ranch than
fattening dudes"
II suppose sol" old Whitson snort
ed. Like the A B C's Of dehorning!
Well, Stewart, what are you after,
anyhow"
II want to be governor Of Wyom-
ing" replied Hugh, giving the older
man a square look.
you'll never make it,"
IF you're SO sure Of that, why both
err to buy your book on cattle raising
from me?"
Lord! What do you amount to
anyhow" Whitson snorted again
"Why, the first time ever saw you
you were a freckled-faced little bra
crying because some one had stepped
on some fossil you'd logged into the
ranch"
History repeats ITSELF" retorted
Hugh, grimly.
"And now you're going to the WON
en- with it," Whitson went on, land
they're swarming like hornets uI
there on the Commission. Call 'em
off. We aren't afraid of EN-"
"We?" asked Hugh innocently. "But
am afraid of 'em! The leading hor
net, as it were, is my campaign man
ager. l wouldn't think of directing
her movements"
Eyes, and her right hand is YOU
mother-in-law. Come now, Stewart
what do you want to call EN- OFF,"
"And l tell you, Whitson, l cam
call EN- off,"
Your job being merely to make
speeches, l supposed"
About that"
you've got powerful backing
Stewart. Even Eli realizes that he'l
got his work cut out for him II the
women's man gets the nomination
You aren't going to like politics, my
boy. Better stay with your fossils"
I'D like to, but you see the de
cisions of the Governor and of the
Public Utilities Commissioners threat
en- to take my fossils away from me
Whitson, I'm going to fix it so thai
the natural resources of this state are
going to be saved to the future"
Babies coming under the head o.
natural resources, l suppose" com
mented Whitson.
Absolutely" returned Hugh, short
ly.
II don't like the look Of it," said
the old politician, suddenly. "The way
these school men and such are horn
- r.