!. JOLIET, ILLINOIS AUGUST i, 1916.
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just in season TO give him q little breath,
'but did you cook your meat in the end!,


Not bad didn't. / chased the da
fire a mile and a half, the almiehtyest
hardest race you ever heer'd tell on, and
never give it up until run her right
plump into wet marsh: there the fire and
chunk of horse meat came out eyen--a
dead heat, especially the meat go


But wasn't it cooked.' pul in another
of the listeners. ..sz


Cooked!-no!-just crusted over
little. You don't cook brown horse flesh
very easy, no how: but when il comes TO
chasing up a prairie fire with. a chunk Of
il, don't know which is the toughest,
the meat OF, the job. You'd have laughed
to split yourself to have seen me in that
race---to, see the FIRE leave me at times.
and thento see me brushin' up on her
again, humpin' and moyin' myself as
though was runnin' ag'in some of those
big ten mile az hour GiIdersIeeves in the
old states. But I'm goin' oyerto Jack
Haynes to get a cocktail and some break.
fast--lll see you all down among the
robbers on the Rio Grande.'


And SO saying, Bill Dean stalked off,
| saw the chap this morning in front Of a
Mexican fonda, trying to talk Spanish
with Greaser, aud endeavoring to con.
vince him that be was ID lobber.'
Such is one of Bill Deans Stories--if /
could only make it as effective on paper
as be did in the telling, it would draw a
laugh from those fond ofthe ridiculous.