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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 20, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Esther Learle Dobyns
(Copyright bjrW-G. Chapman.)
"There isn't a man or a horse in
the country that I can't tame," boast
ed old Squire Haines.
"Hosses, yes, squire, we admit
that," said Rancher Joe, "but you
don't know the Yumas. That speci
men you just saw shoot up the town,
Iztu, is mild compared to some of
them. He did no harm. When he
does, why " and the drawling
speaker touched the butt of a re
volver in his pocket significantly, "we
plug 'em."
"Yes, that's all right I know your
way of action when you get ready
to drop on a man, but this Yuma fel
low terrorizes the women and chil
dren with his wild ways and talk and
gives a bad name to the town."
"Oh, well, he comes down here only
about once a month and has his
spree, gets rid of his exuberant spir
its and takes care not to be so out
rageous that the sheriff nabs him."
"I could cure him make him gen
tle as a lamb," declared the squire.
"It'd be a work of charity see?"
"You couldn't," disputed Joe.
"Once a Yuma always a Yuma."
"Bet you a hundred dollars!" chal
lenged Haines. "I reckon you've for
gotten that I've been a second Rarey
with horses."
"I don't. You were a crackerjack
at that back in our home town."
"And when they elected me jus
tice of the peace, didn't I about re
form the town?"
"I'll give you that credit," assented
Joe, "although some of the criminals
you let up on played you to a finish.
Yumas, though, are born with a rag
the devil inside of 'em. You can't
reach 'em, squire. Don't try."
"Do you take my bet?" persisted
Joe looked speculative. He viewed
his old-time friend with intense
study. Tonally he drew a roll of bills
from his-pocket.
"Done' he announced definitely,
"provided "
Honest, artless Joe began to blush
and stammer. Finally he blurted out:
"That sister of yours Hermia.
You know I was spooney on her,
squire, ten years since back home.
Now she comes West with you -on
your visiting trip to old friends and
she's the same blooming rose. I'm a
A Flying Humon Terror
timid, modest man, squire, and know
I ain't half good enough for her, but
I'm better and richer than I was
when I proposed to her in the old
days and got turned down. Sure you
haven't any objection to me as a
brother-in-law, squire?" I
"Me?" I should say not, Joe!"
"Then let the bet go this way: If
you lose you are to sort of take my
jsuviaSi, ,

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