Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-12-24

asked Sabra her name ana she TOLD
them, and they gave her their own.
Toots Pewee. Bee
battered and blood-caked. There WAS
a fostering sore on his left hand, and
the hand aud arm were swollen and
angry looking.
you were carrying concealed
weaponT Sabra asked. squatting there
with the girls. A senator or two and
an editor were just behind her.
An injured look softened Bills bat
tered features. He pouted like a
child. mo. ma'am. run the dance
hall, see? And was standing in the
middle of the floor. working. and had
the gun right In my hand Anybody
could see | wasn't carrying no con-
cealed weapon"
The jury filed back. Not guilty.
The rat-faced girls shyster lawyer
said something In her ear. She spoke
In dreadful raucous voice, simperlng.
II sure thank you. gents"
The dance-hall girls cheered feebly.
Out, of that fetid air into the late
afternoon blaze. 1.-THE dance halls
open about nine." Sabra said. Wen
wait for that liz the meantime I'll
show You their rooms The. rooms"
she looked about for the fresh-cheeked
Harvard boy. "Vhy. where"
There's some kind OF excitement"
said the New York editor. People
have been running and shouting. Over
there In that field we visited awhile
ago. Here comes our young friend
now. Perhaps he'll tell us.
The Harvard boys color was higher
! still. He was breathing fast He had
been running. His eyes shone behind
the bone-rimmed speetacles.
"Well. folks. we'll never have a mar
rover squeak than that
"What?"
"They put fifty quarts in the Gypsy
pool but before she got down the oil
came up"
Quarts OF what?" interrupted an
editorial voice.
"Oh-excuse me-quarts OF nitro
glycerin."
my Cd"
ITS In q can. you know. A thing
like a can. 1t never had chance to
explode down there It just shot up
with the gas and oil. X 1t had hit
the ground everything for miles around
would have been shot to hi and all
OF US killed But he caught it. They
say he Just ran back like an outfieldel
and gagged It with his eye while Il
was up In the air. and ran to where
1t would fall. and caught 1t In hill
two arms. like baby. right on hii
chest 1t didn't explode. But he''
dying. Chest all caved In. They've
sent for the ambulance"
''Who? Who's he?"
II don't know his real name. He'I
an old bum that's been around TIL
field. doing odd Jobs and drinking
They say he used to be quite fellow
In Oklahoma In his day. Picturesqu,
pioneer or something Some call hin
old Vance and I've heard others cal
him Sim or Simeon Or"
Sabra began to run across the road
..Mrs. Cravati You mnstn't-wher
are you going?"
She run on. across the oil-soake'
field and the dirt. In her little buckle
high-heeled slippers. She did not eve
know that she was running. Tn
crowd was dense around some centra
object They formed a wall-rousta
bouts drillers. tool dressers. shooters
bumpers They were gazing down a
something on the ground
LET me byl Let me byl" The
fell back before this white-faced won
an with the white hair.
He lay on the ground. queel
crumpled, broken figure. She fun
herself on the oil-soaked earth besid
him and lifted the magnificent hea
gently. SO that 1t lay cushioned by he
arm. A little purpish bubble rose I
hts lips, and SHE wiped II away wit
her fine white handkerchief, and al
other rose to take Its place.
"Yanceyl Yanceyl"
He opened his eyes-those oceal
gray eyes with the long curling lashe
like a beautiful girls. She had though
Of them often and often, In an ag0n
OF pain. Glazed now. unseeing.
Then. dying. they cleared. His LII
moved. He knew her. Even then, d.
, Ing, he must speak In measured vers
"'Wife and mother--you stainles