Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-08-19

lapsed and .Skemp and dragged him
into the store and laid him ON the
counter to recover.
That night we talked over the new
conner. whom both Skenp and Pancho
Pampam'S son. knew
Poor cuss." Skemp muttered His
pale blue eyes grew watery. We
warned him, We warned him. DO you
remember how he looked the day he
stepped OF the Wednesday Southhound
"a round, Sawed-of nut with a big
head and steel-rimmed specs--carryinS
a Bible IN his hand? Holy Smokel" And
Skemp went on to tell Thaddeus' story
Used to be a Soul-saver and sob art
| list in Bowery mission Come down
to convert the Yaqui Indians. / sup
| pose as how we thought him sort of
/ Joke till that affair with little Pace.
Pampam's kid
You know. Pace toddlss around in a
I red flannel shirt and from a way off h
locks Ike q red poppy CROWN on the
/ iiano Wen. one day Pampams mad
toro broke corral It powed around;
| then. seem that fool red shirt, it
charged straight at the little shaver
/ Darn If I didn't stand stock still like
piece q dead cactus-eouldn't wiggle
a toe, nor yen, nor uothtn'. was plum
petrifed
Old Pampam saw the bull snokin
toward Pace. too. but little good it done
him. he was so far off And then we
both piped Tl1addeus. He'd been lyin'
curiad UP under the big oak back there.
res6in' his Bible
He hnppsd up, two squeaky Jumps
ahead Of Mister Bull He grabs Pace
by his red shirt Pace yeIlin' like pack
0 deTiiS. The horns of that there bull
we're right under Thaddeus' coat-taiIs
when he grabbed the kid But Sorne-
how-fool's luck, I guess--he sidestep-
ped
The bull pounded past, his nostrils
shcotin' fire. Believe me. Thaddsus
coulont'vs done 1t neateF if he'd a
been an honest-te-heaven bullfighter.
Well, Thaddeus he Scampsred for the
fence for dear life. but 1t was clickin'
close. I can tell you. with that black
hulk of a bull gai1lin' every Jump.
BY this time pampam had got into
action and came rippin along on his
cayuSe. tryin' to sidetraek that brute
with his soFnbrero. but the ball was
plum loco to stick his horns into that
fiutteT Of red rag. Sorta had Ii IN for
al good boIos, reckon. Thaddeus, he
looked like a puff-bau bein' whitfield
along by the smoke from that critters
nostrils. When he reached the fence I
snatched the kid from his arms and
turned away quick SO as not to see.
But when / pumped Pace down I
heard Thaddeus' voice gaspf7g sort OF
SIck-like at my elbow: s ali right. s
all right
Pampam he told us that Thaddeus
escape por TN pelo'-eScaped by a hair
and WHEN We looked at the second
bar Of the fencc-made of oak, mind
you've found big hunk split of by
the bulls horns,
L bet that bull had headache for
a week.
"VEIL, Thaddeus was 10 leave the
next morning We tried to put
one last scare into him, but you might
as well have whispered to a Kansas
cyclone to stop. Even Palnpam told Us
that we oughtn't TO let Thaddeus go
UP to the Yaks-
Now, what can you do with a guy
like that? Well. when Thaddeus start
ed out with only his Bible few toTtilIas
and canteen, Pancho. here. cantered
oven on his cayuSe and followed along
solemn, without word. Pampam sent
him. guess, for Thaddeus hayin' saved
little Pace.
That was nigh on eight months ago.
and here comes Pancho back couple of
days ago, telling us Thaddeus Is dead.
What'd you tell Us that for Pancho?"