He Had Nerve

"Talk about the drummer haring g-all," said the man who had paid for the last round, reports the Pittsburgh Sews, "the worst case I ever hcard of was in a plain, everyday country bov. He was wild, and got into so many scrapes at home tlat his folks sent hini out west. He disappeared for a year or two, and in the meantime I g-ot married. My wife and I went west for our honeyinoon, and on a train about 100 miles from Taeoma I found this country boy in the car sitting beside a big, stout, coarse man. Bill, the boy, had the other fellow shackled to him. He recognized me, and began inquiring after the folks at his home. Af ter awhile he said: " 'I'm getting along all right. Folks up here, where I am, think so well of me they made me sheriff. I'm just laking this chap down to the pen. Oh, yes; I've reformed, and you can teil the f olks so when you get back. I don't have time to write them.' "When my wife went ahead into the sleeping car the coarse, stout man turned to me, asked if I knew Bill's folks, and when I said I did, he replied: 'Wall, teil them what you please, but I'm the sheriff.' "