White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-04-17

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

Hugh's conference with Mrs. ELLIS
| was but of few moments duration.
He was at breakfast in the tiny Chi
nese restaurant beyond the barber
shop when the stout chairman bore
down upon him. She took chair op-
posite him, gamely ordered a cup OF
the vile coffee and said, "How's Red
Wolff"
Fair. He'll be crawling around In
week. The recuperative power OF
these Indians is marvellous"
"And what's the final answers"
Lines of pain suddenly appeared in
Hugh's face. Mrs. Ellis, don't want
to 20 into politics. l am man with
single ambition, whose chosen voca-
ton satisfies that ambition to Its
depths. | believe that can save the
Old Sioux Tract without going into
politics, and I'm going to try. | like
you and I'd like to help you about
the Children's Code. In fact, l will
help you in every way can, after
I've done this other job. Won't that
satisfy you?"
"And l like you, Mr.. Stewart.
like you SO much that l hate to see
you break your heart against that
gang at Cheyenne. But l believe it's
best that you do SO. And when they
have finished with you, you send for
me to come down to The Lariat to
look at your spring line OF books.
And I'll come. In the meantime, I'm
going to do one thing for you. I'm
going to get my brother to hold up
the granting of the charter for a
month or so. He's on the Commits
sion. l can't get more than that out
of him, though"
Il believe you've got a good many
things pyour sleeve. And I'm not
at all sure but what you're as clever
a politician as Mrs. Morgan"
WELL" said Hugh, II don't know
anything about politics, but I'd say
there wasn't any business in life from
busting broncos to making governors
where perfectly lucid honesty would
not win in the end"
We'll see if that's true!" Mrs
Ellis returned his smile as she rose
Offering him her hand.
He wrote that day for room il
Cheyenne and made his plans for go
ing over to the state capital the fol
lowing week when Red Wolf woult
be able to move to the camp bl the
) river.
Governor Eli was thin and short
with an aquiline nose, smooth shaver
face, and keen black eyes, set trif
too close together. He had pleasan
smile that disclosed even teeth dil
: colored by tobacco.
He shook hands with Hugh hearth.
From Fort Sioux, eh? Mr.. Stewart
You're old Bookie Smiths nephey
aren't you?"
Yes, 1 am, Governor Did yo
know my uncle?"
For many years! A great chara
ter. Too bad we could never get hi
into politics. What is your line, M
Stewart"
"They call me bone digger dow
in my country, sir. I'm paleonto
ogist, hunter Of fossils"
Fossils, Ell? Any money in it?"
"a scant living"
II suppose you were your uncle
heir, though" the Governor nodde
Then at sudden pricking of memor
he laughed, "Ah, I have you place
now, Stewart. Bookie's will" F
pressed button and a secretary a
peared. Anderson, bring me in Il
clipping containing Bookie Smith
will. You recall that made dinn
speech for the Elks about it?"
The secretary nodded, and Cove
nor Eli turned back to Hugh. "Tl
will was exactly like Bookie. He d
not like to have fossil-diggi1
nephew, eh?"
Pm afraid l was a great disa
Hugh slowly. II was sorry, but, aft
all, there are things a man must
eide for himself"
/ Eyes, there are" agreed the Cove
nor with ready understanding. "Hel
Is the will" He glanced at it. 9TH
last clause is what impressed m
= Made speech with tina tas tez
=, Wanted the Elks to back up sta
travelling library" He paused, remi
iscently, then said tbruptly, "A1
what can l do for you, Mr.. Stewart
Down in our country, Governor
began Hugh, slowly, there are t.
thousand acres of land on the Roarir
Chief known as the Old Sioux Trat
AS you know, Uncle Bookie left 1t
me, with certain stipulations. T