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Show AN OILY LIAR. ; "Wont an item?" "What ia it?" ', we inquired. "I've got the dumdest i item you ever hern tell on. I struck ; u ile well on my lease the otherday, ' , m' she flowed a Btream ot ile one hun- 1 Ired feel high straight up for hall an " iour. Then she kinder died dowu One of my drillers was Btnrding overj itie hole when Bhe suddenly Bquirted igain, an' blast my eyea if it didn'ti lake that driller right up with it. TheM -itream was a powerful one, you see.r Itn' he went up one hundred feet.jL Vou'veBeeu those little balls as dancer ibout on the top of those little spurt-ri n'g fountains such as they have in 'be cities? Yes; waal, that's tho way ibis thing acted, and there's that airy driller riht up on the top of that one I mod red column of crude ile, and he's I'luncing about like chafl in a fanning mill. What do you think of thait; i'un?" "How long has he been up khere?"' "About four days and iourj j ughta." "He miiBl be very hungry I'ty this time. Doesn't ho come C I town lo get some thing to eat?"f S'Why, wo uns juat put a plate of P. i iosh in this btream of ile and it takes;) 5;t up to him, you see. And its mightyy J.iandy, as he finds his vituals already greased, and he doesn't need auyr flutter." Bu1, he must have frozan to J.leath by this time." "Why, man.c jwe've sent him up on the same "stream bed and bedding, a small! g3tove, an' wood, an we're goiug to I i5build niiu a ainall house, and then he? Sc:tn live there as comfortable as a "prince." His laco was as innocent; of deceit aa a piece of tanned leather,' .tnd when he asked to have his name lut down aa a deadhead subscriber I lor information he had given wef didn't have the heart to hurt his feel- , tngs. Oil City Derrick. |