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TPAER eased himself down into a
. capacious chair in tin Imperial
lobby, mopped bis perspiring brow and
fanned himself with bis battered bat,
languidly.
'"How de do," he remarked In a friendly
spirit to the large man with the genial
face sitting next to him, 'it seems to me
I've seen you some place before."
"Maybe you have," the stranger re
sponded, "my name's Dutton. Bill Dut
ton of Heppner and Morrow county, the
best town and the bast county in the
state, if I do say it myself."
"You ain't Judge Dutton are you?" T.
Faer asked, "1 use to hear of him a long
time ago."
"That's me," the other admitted.
"Judge Dutton of Morrow county."
"These is easy chairs," T. Paer sighed
contentedly, Z kinda like to loaf around
here once in a while 'nd watch the dif
ferent kind of people you see."
"TByil do in a pinch," the Judge
answered, "but you ought to sit in them
they got in the hotel up at Heppner.
You can sleep in 'em easier than in most
beds."
"Is that right?" T. Pair said. "They
must be good ones. Gosh but it's hot
ain't itr he added.
"Hot!" the judge exclaimed. 'Wan it
ain't hot enough to raise a thirst. If
yon want hot days you ought to go up
to Morrow county. We're got hotter days
than any place In the state up there
when our climate gets to working good."
"Nor' T. Paer said. "If you cart beat
this -you'll win the blue ribbon all right.
Who's that curly headed young fellah
over there with his hat pulled down over
his left eye. He's a blamed good lookln'
kid ain't he?"
"Him good lookln," the judge scoffed.
"That's Pat Gallagher" 'nd say friend, we
got flocks of sheep herders up in Mor
row county that'd skin him in a beauty
contest with a week's beard on their
china"
"Well, of course I ain't seen them
alongside of Pat," T. Paer conceded,
"but who's that slim guy talkin' to him?"
"The one with the cigarette 'nd the
rah rah spectacles?" the judge asked,
"that's Denton Burdick."
"I heard about him durin' the legisla
ture," T. Paer said. "They say he's a
Bowser the Hound Slips Away
By Thornton w. Bsrgeu
Who feels a guilty conscience tweak
Beat heed lest be torn out a sneak.
Bowser the Hound.
TJOWSER THE HOUND stood out back
J- of Farmer Brown's barn looking
across the Green Meadows toward the
Old Pasture. It was early in the
morninar. very early. It was so early
that Farmer Brown's boy was not
yet up. But he would be very soon.
Bowser Knew that. His master was
J not the kind to oversleep when there
Kj was work to be done, and the haying
was not yet finished.
"There are young Foxes over in the
Old Pasture," thought Bowser. "I i know
it because r-smelled them when Master
and I found the home of Reddy Fox the
other day when we were over there
alter berries, I believe I could have dug
those young Foxes out if he would have
let me. But he wouldn't He wouldn't
let me stay around there. He's funny.
He certainly is queer. If those Foxes
grow up they'll steal his chickens, or
.try to, and that will mean I will have
to be watching every minute. I believe
ni run over there and dig them out
Master won't know anything about it"
Bowser started across the Green
, Meadows for the Old Pasture, turning
his head to . look behind him with a
guilty air every few minutes He
wouldn't feel comfortable until he was
hidden by the bushes in the Old Pasture.
He Was soon there and started straight
for the place where he knew those
young Foxes were. Half way there he
rounded a turn in a crooked little cow
path, and there right in front of him sat
Reddy Fox. Bowser stopped short for
Just a second. He was as surprised a
dog as ever lived. Reddy sat facing him
and grinning. It was for all the world
as if Reddy had been waiting for him.
.Reddy had been waiting for him. The
truth is Reddy had seen Bowser out be
, hind Farmer Brown's barn looking over
toward the Old Pasture. He had guessed
Just what was In Bowser's mind. Tou
knew Reddy Fox has very keen wits
Of course, he knew that Farmer Brown's
Boy and Bowser had found that hidden
homo in the Old Pasture. He and Mrs.
Reddy had been tempted to move that
very night to another home. But Reddy
had been quick to note how Farmer
Brown's Boy had pulled Bowser away,
and right away he shrewdly guessed
that there was nothing to fear from
Farmer Brown's boy. So they had de
cided to stay.
Hood Climbers
Find Ascent Easy
Sandy, July 13. Tourist travel up the
mountains is increasing Sunday a party
of 18 from Ohio and Minnesota climbed
Mount Hood and stopped In Sandy on
their return. Monday another party of
' six climbed the mountain without a
guide. Conditions are said to be fine
now for climbing.
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RIGHT CUT is a short-cut tobacco
doggonod smart young fellah."
"He ain't no idiot.'" the judge admit
ted, "but we got boys up at Heppner that
could make him look like a kindergarten
kid at anything from play in' poker to
runnin' a bank."
T just heard "about him in the papers,"
T. Paer responded. "It seems like." he
added, "I've seen that kinda fat fellah
leanin' against the post smokin' a segar."
"The on that's makin' a speech?" the
judge asked. '"That's San field Macdon
aW." "
"So that's Sanfield," T. Paer said.
"He's got to be quite a politician since
he got acquainted with Hi Johnson ain't
her
"Maybe be is, for Portland," the judge
answered, "but he'd better. keep away
from Morrow county or he'll lose his
rep pretty pronto, now take It from me."
- "Who's that brunette fellah talkin' to
Sanfield?" T. Paer asked. "The one
that's makin' motions wtih his hands
like a Frenchman?"
"That's Doc. Dayton," the judge re
plied. "When he ain't talkin politics
'round here he's in the eye glass busi
ness." "He's a great friend of Ben Oleott's
ain't her' T. Paer asked. "It seems to
me Ben appointed him to some job that
ain't got no wages attached to it." .
'The Doc may know Ben a little bit."
the judge admitted, "but there's scads
of people up in Morrow county closer to
Ben than him?" . .
Well, well," T. Paer said, "there's
Phil Metschsn over there by the .counter.
I ain't seen him for a long time but,
golly, ain't he gettln" fat though?"
"Yes," the Judge answered, casting a
stockman's practiced eye across the lobby.
"Phil'd dress out In pretty fair shape,
but he'd look like he was range run 'nd
just over a hard . winter alongside of
some of the boys up at Heppner.' -
"You must feed .'em right up there,"
T. Paer grinned. "I'm glad I met you,"
he added as he struggled to his feet,
"but I guess I'd better be peggin' along
or Mali bawl me out for bain' late to
supper."
"So long,' said the Judge, "but if you
want to get bawled out you ought to
come up to Heppner. Our women folks' ve
sure got that system worked out right."
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Reddy turned lightly and sped away.
But Reddy knew Bowser so well that
he was sure Bowser would return the
very first chance he got and he had
kept watch for that very thing. The
instant Bowser started" across the Green
Meadows toward the Old Pasture, Reddy
knew just what Bowser had in mind. He
grinned. Then he trotted back into the
Old Pasture and sat down In the path
he knew Bowser would take. And as he
waited Reddy grinned again. "Once he
sees and smells me hell forget all about
that home of mine and those youngsters,
and by the time he does think of them
again he'll be too tired to give them s
second thought"
Reddy barked twice. There was an
answering bark. He knew then that
Mrs Reddy Was near and would be
ready to do her part Reddy grinned
again. Then he waited impatiently for
Bowser to appear. He had a plan, bad
Reddy Fox, and he was In a hurry to
try It
When Bowser rounded that tarn in
the path and came face to face with
Reddy Fox he was a ssurprised a dog as
ever lived. He stopped short for a sec
ond. Then with a roar he sprang for
ward. Forgotten were those young
foxes Here, right before him, was
Reddy Fox. who had so often fooled him.
and whom he was bound he would get
some day. Reddy turned and lightly
sped away, and you may be sure it was
in quite another direction than that in
w hich lay bis home and children. Bow
ser, with his nose to the ground, fol
lowed. (Copyright, 1021, by T. W. Burgtas)
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