White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-01-02

and shook his head.
I've told you forty times, Re
Wolf, want the kind of bead wor
the squaws learned from their gran,
mothers and not the kind the mission
aries teach them
"That's good. My girl made EN-!
protested Red Wolf.
II don't care who made it. She gc
chamois skin and beads at the TIE
Cent Store in Cheyenne and a desig
} off Pullman carpet. I want bucl
J skin and real Indian designs, like tn
bucks wore when you and I wer
} young. Rabbit tracks in the snow
eagles flying. You know, Red Wolf.
"They won't make EN-" said tn
Indian dejectedly.
ooh, go on and swap with him, Ur
Gle Booklet" exclaimed Hugh. Your
being artistic in restraint of trade!"
His uncle smiled, took a fresh bit o
plug and went over to row Of shop
worn books. He handed a copy o
Keats poems, bound in bright red, tt
the Indian. Red Wolf glanced eager
ly through the pages, then shook hi.
head.
"No good. No pictures" he said.
"There, you see, Hugh! He wants
the same thing in books that / wan
in bead work. Here, choose for your
self, Red Wolf"
The Indian moved to the shelf with
alacrity. The door swung open and
a broad ruddy young man clanked in
He wore sombrero, short leather
coat and angora chaps. Silver spurs
rang as he clanked down the room.
Hello, Hughie Stewart" he reared
Hello, Johnny Parnell!" returned
Hughie.
"say, Bookie, have you got new
western story?" asked Johnny, in q
voice that could be heard to the TOP
of the canyon.
eyes. Roping EN- On the shelf
by the window. How's everything up
at the rancho"
"Much as usual First bunch of
dudes for the season coming today"
Johnny groaned.
"Why don't you go to work at a
regular job?" asked Bookie. "Why
should real cowman like you want
to make living riding herd on lot
Of dudes?"
Johnny groaned again. IT often
wonder that very thing myself, Book
ie. Guess what need to make a man
of me is wife. Couldn't locate one
for me, could you, Booker"
II might" admitted Bookie.
BE sure you pick one that can earn
her own living" grinned Johnny. II
can support myself but only a little
over. I've got to have one of these
here new women. Not one of these
lazy beauties like Jess. I'll bet you
pay a luxury tax on her, eh, Hughie?"
."Jess is all right" said Hugh.
Johnny tossed him quick look.
You don't have to tell me that, Hugh
lie. I knew it before you did. You're
sure that's western story, Bookie.
| don't read any other kind"
"Why not?" asked Bookie.
well, being foreman on a dude
ranch like am, l. get homesick for
real western life. So as soon as the
dudes begin to come in begin to load
up on western novels. And every
once in while find a writer that
don't mount his horse from the right
siie!"
His listeners laughed with him.
Bookie wrapped the volume, the cash
register rang and Johnny clanked out.
A moment later he flashed by the
window on rearing horse. Bookie
watched squaw herd bunch Of
scraggly Indian ponies toward the
railroad corral, then he sauntered
back to the stove.
Have you found anything you
want, Red Wolf?" he asked.
The Indian, who was gazing delight
eddy into a large book which he had
opened to a full-page illustration.
grunted assent. 1t was cheap and
worn edition of Dante's Inferno. with
by Dore.
Those pictures will make you
squirm, all right" smiled Bookie.
The Indian nodded soberly. "Show
'em to the squaws. Scare 'em TO
DEATH" He buttoned the book under
his mackinaw and went out softly.
I'LL be off again tomorrow or next
day, Uncle Bookie. 1 had request
from England this morning for a
brontosaur."
"Are you going to leave things up
in the air with Jessie?" asked the
older man.
How. can I do otherwise?" She's
too brainless to argue with"
Bookie shook his head. "Jessie has
a brain. She's lazy-minded, that's ALL
l didn't want you to marry her, I'll
admit, but 1t wasn't that had any
thing against Jessie, as I've told you
fifty times. A boy Of twenty-five has
no business IL he's growing man.
And you were that. Not. that I'm
knocking Jessie, either. She's got a
lot to her, but you don't seem able
to bring 1t out"
well, where does 1t all lead tot"
sighed Hugh.
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