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Show B UP OGDEN CANYON ON A WATER WAGON. H There is a little cloud no larger than a man's H hand on the horizon of the otherwise cloudless sky H of the county commissioners, and the hand unto H which the cloud is likened is that which your H Uncle Joseph Stanford plays when the hoard is in M session. It is one of those threatening, expansive m clouds which suddenly overcast the sky on a fine m day and convert the smiling calm into a tempos- H tous storm. A look into the placid, careworn face m of Chairman Stanford reveals no token of the B gathering fury; a glance at the rugged Scotch M countenance of Commissioner Billy Wilson is K' alike unfathomable-of the trouble that appears to m' leeward when the county board meets. b vS 2 3 M The trouble has been brewing for moons M agone. At the Republican county convention the B friends ot Wilson gerrymandered their candidate M into the long-term nomination- after Stanford Hj thought he had it in his pocket. It was somewhat M of a bitter pill for Uncle Joseph and try as ho m would he could not fully convince himself that Wilson was not at the bottom of the whole busl- M nes. He had to content himself with a short term M and both were elected, the third commissioner b'e- B ing Farmer Powers from Hooper. It might be M just as well to mention that Brothers Stanford B and Fowers see through the same peep-stone re- M llgiously, while Wilson is a merry go-as-you-please H non-believer. H All things come to him who waits and time at H last makes all things even. Wilson is the pro- B prietor of a little paradise in Ogden canyon pat- H terned after the Eden of mythical chronology (In- H eluding the serpent in the shape ' a booze par- H lor.) In order to conduct his distillery after the H manner of men he has to have a permit in the B shape of a license granted by .thd. county, commls- H sioners. The place is kept running" 'during the H summer months only so the license is taken out H for one quarter. The canyon hlbernators are glad B of the chance for a merry quaff of malted brew H and the city chap who runs up to the Hermitage H for a trout dinner is tickled out of his boots to get H a little something off the ice as an appetizer. And H Wilson thrives. H v & t H Now comes the trouble. Even Billy Wilson H has his enemies. At the last sitting the county H board was deluged with a flood of petitions pray- H ing that the board deny any and all applications H for license to sell liquor in Ogden canyon. Chair- H man Stanford was visably affected he was seen H to wink at Fowers. Wilson had difficulty in con- H trolling his desire to tell the petitioners, in Gaelic, H what he thought of them. Fowers looked wise. H The matter was referred to tSanford. He said that H had given the matter some thought, having been H a reformer during the trying crusade of the Bill H campaign, and was ready to report that the license H should be raised to $900 per year, payable in ad- H vance. Wilson fell over backwards and the board - - adjourned After; waiting six long weary months Uncle Stanford Is getting back at the boss of Ogden canyon good and strong. He wont admit it, but he's after the Ssotsman while the foam is on the beer. The matter will not be definitely settled till rext Monday, but unless he can, dope Farmer Fowers to get off the water wagon Wilson knows the thirsty cry of "draw one" will not be heard in Ogden canyon this year. What a terrible calamity is upon us! No beer at the Hermitage! Ogden will rise as one man and promulgate a new declaration dec-laration of independence. We must have beer. Break away, Uncle Joe. And all because Wilson copped off the long term. Talk about the blue laws of Connecticut; if Brother. Stanford had a little more revenge to gratity he could make the Puritans of Salem look like Murphy does when he sees Shurtliff. |