Show COWBOY AT THE RINK He Gets more Than Skates His Fill of Rolls Last evening R cowbor from UP noar I Wolf Creek came into the Opera House skating rink and in a gruff voIce demanded de-manded a pair of skates Ive been paintin the burg fed tonight rink to-night and I guess Ill daub I little on the Ever skated before on rollers 1 asked Mr Richard No but Im a h tearer at any thing I am I howl when I come in and Ill just turn this rink a somersault the somersaul first flip out of the box All right mister heres a pair said Mr Richard who had just carefully greased the rollers carefuly I want the best youve got for when I get on the floor trouble begins The cowboy got the skates on his feet and cocking his hat to cockng one side drew a sixshooter and bounded through the door with a wild whoop that startled strted everybody but it wasnt hal so loud as the noise he made when he sat down al of a sudden on the floor As his feet went up in the air and he came down with a bang the expression of pain on his face was a study So youll cavort with me you buck ing galoot he said as he rose up like a lke man who was crninrr tn lirnotr o > il Then he gave a wild lurch to the left UU swept his leg in a half circle came back and hit the floor a terrible whack with the back of his head while his six shooter spun across the floor into the corner Just as he was about to rise a big fat woman came like a quarter horse and struck him in the ribs with both feet Then some boys skated over him and fell over him and rolled on him He rose game but groggy for the next round and went down again at the bare sight of sweet young miss of twelve whom ho I was afraid was going to skate on him v He now gave up the sport and began to crawl on his hands and knees for the door which wasnt far away bowline like a coyote whenever he heard anybody coming too near anyboy Some of the boys hauled him bya out into time antiroom and then took off his skates One of them picked up his revolver which wasnt loaded and handing it to Him advised him to walk to Reno The fellow limped out of the place lame in every joint remarking as a son of a gun on wheels I aint muchCar son Appeal |