Show COLD WATER BOY A tall man in his shirt sleeve was driving a stray heifer out of his l ton t-on First South street yesterday afternoon af-ternoon when a big buck Indian with a droop eye and a bole in his raiment large enough to throw the Tribune manager through walked acros the street and stopped within a foot of the tall mans sHow s-How do my berry good friend gimme a branker said the son of the forest in a single breath Give you a blanket echoed the tall mans vhy it will soon be warm weather You dont need a ban ketYou You nebbah mind insisted Lo heap cold over Skuwarry you gimme branket Heap warm come me sellem branfcet buy heap water met von Sabee The tall man hesitated a moment thinking what excuse be could offer next when the red man added quickly Me no like whiskey like In jun heap fight You gimwu bran ket my berry good friend me me scoot wickiup Deeming furthur expostulation useless tbe tall man went to Lis stable and procured an old horse blanket which he gave the Indian at the same time admonishing him to be sure not to trade it off for liquor Me no schwap me berry cold me berry good Injun Goodbye and the noble redskin hugged the blanket close around him and strode majestically town ward I In half an hour the same blanket i was exposed for sale in the window of a thirdclass second hand store and the same untamable droop eyed savage was sitting en the theatre steps in a blinding hail storm5clad in a little brief authority author-ity and a bilious tqnaw by his side both assiduously engaged in sampling samp-ling thirteen balls of popcorn 3po worth of roasted peanuts and a kidney kid-ney pie |