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THE "BEAR CAT"
By George Elmer Cobb
"I'm the Bear Cat!"
"From Wellsvflle!" - .
"I own the place!"
"I own the whole town!"
"You're a daisy!"
"Line up the best in the house
Thus Dan Wolsey, and thus, in re
sponse, a motley ravenous crowd of
miners, speculators, gamblers and
hangers-on in the "Horn of Plenty,"
at Oreville. Dan was a new bird to
he nlucked readily. He fancied he
was a king amid the shallow, hypo
critical worship of his present ioU
Nothing, indeed, too good for the
scapegrace group, and Dan was
spending his money like water. And
who had a better right! Had he not
stuck the biggest gusher of the year
at Wellsville! And this was the first
"genuine blowout" of his artless, un
sophisticated life. He had sold his
birthright for a mess of pottage
$20,000 all in crisp new $100 bank
notes. Wellsville was only a station.
Oreville had some real style, quite a
metropolis to Dan, who had spent
most of his life on a farm. When he
came to Oreville Dan had purchased
the most expensive and loudest suit
that money could buy. Then he had
taken the best room at the one second-rate
hotel in the town. Then he
was sober enough to exert some pru
dence. This was how: He took
$1,000 out of his belt and stowed the
residue under the carpet in a cor
ner of the room.
"For I may get overseas and some
greaser grab the pile," reflected Dan.
Each night he came home, but not
until he had spent his last cent Next
morning he extracted another in
stallment from his reserve fund and
repgatpd the program.
The gambling sharks had got hold
nf nan Thev iollied him as a hai"
fellow well met, slapped him on tin
shoulder, called him "The Daisy" and
acquiesced in his tumutuous declar
ation that he was the "near uai ai
Wellsville." Then they proceeded to
extract the clams and the dollars of
the Bear Cat.
One morning after an unusually
festive night Dan woke up shattered
to pieces. There were no call but-
M'm the Bear Cat!"
tons at the Dewdrop Inn and he had
to hammer on the floor with his
heavy-heeled boot to advice the "of
fice" on the floor below that a guest
wanted ' attention. Therefrom ap
peared a slim-graceful young girl ar
rayed in a faded calico dfess, shoes
down at the heels, hair awry, but
pretty as a wild rose.
"Drink, water, anything!" called
out Dan huskily. "My throat's on
"There will be no 'anything.