The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-04-26

hes about the only man around here
mat can ride a horse. It's kind of
sweet and old fashioned to see a west
erner on a horse. Reminds you of the
movies. Only trouble is, when Mingie
Is soused he cries like a baby. But the
otners are worse. Fact is, I'm pretty
well fed up on these he-men from out
"here the west begins"
He broke in hastily. You'd be hap
pest with Mange-Minge, them"
Happy as anybody ever is in the
worlds back yard like this. In N'Yark,
ocourse, anybody could be happy with
anybody"
Oglesby was afraid to have her think
TOO well of New York. He tried to per-
suade her that Broadway and 5th ave-
niue are paved with broken hearts. She
seemed unconvinced. Suddenly the
road whirled round a shapeless, mis-
colored and quite impossible butte.
from here he had a bird-eye's view of
a one street town lying along the rail-
road track like a Wind-row of tumble
weeds blown against a barbed wired
fence last year. Towering about the
pine shacks and abode sheds was a
two story building, comparative sky
scraper for the town.
One end of it was filled by an enor-
nous sign:
POPS PANTATORIUM
Hattie said: Pardon my pointin' but
that's where I live"
"Quite So" said Oglesby with a sense
OF alarm, not diminished when she
pointed out a fat and greasy citizen.
peace. Does all the m%arryin' for the
Indians and MeX and mestizos. There's
right smart of marryin' amongst them
and more'n half the children you see
belong to married folks"
She gave him a hungry glance that
made him feel like a lost lamb being
looked over by a famished she wolf.
His soul fairly bleated with terror. Her
eyes were called back to the road by
the yelps Of a flock of international
! children whom she avoided only by
clicking tenders with a small car driv-
en- by a very tall a who grinned at
Hattie but glared at Oglesby.
THAT was Ruffin," said Hattie, as
she almost ran over two huge men
chattering in the middle of the high
way. She shrieked. Look out, Coch-
ran! Hey! Gorrell! They jumped
backward to give her gangWay as she
laughed, and here comes Mingie!"
In the near distance Oglesby saw
while the rider famed its ears with a
big hat and Wiped as he bounced. Hat
tie explained:
HE amt been the same since he seer
the movie of the last rodeo."
Mingie rode straight at Hattie's
headlights and pulled in his pinto 50
abruptly that it slid forward to the
collision bar, followed by a cloud OF
dust. From the enveloping depth
Oglesby heard:
"Hi-ya, Hat? What's that you picked
I'm in the deSert?"
cts Harold, Walt, Harold Snowden.
He's come for me-"
Oglesby had a feeling that his insides
were falling out of him like the spare
parts of an old flivver. The a drew
up at the front door of the Pantator-
ium and Hattie led Oglesby in to where
a deaf and detected old mar slept
standing up, leaning on the counter.
Hattie playfully woke him by push
ing his elbows off the counter as she
cried at the top Of her lungs;
"POP. HERE'S HAROLD"
"Haow? Who?"
HAROLD SNOWDEN!"
$50? How'do Harold?" .
He held out a limp old hand and
showed an inclination to lean on Ogles-
by and go back to sleep. Hattie cream
ed:
"HARoLD wants I should marry him
and go back EAST to LIVE"
Instead of breaking down with grief
| at the loss of his darling daughter, he
chewed this thought right in with his
tobacco and spat out a contented:
"So?"
The screen door squealed. Heavy
footsteps trampled the sill. -Four large