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Page 41
At first his hearers did not grasp the full force of the
misapplication of the parable. Mr. Price could not refrain from
laughing. The others joined with him when the humor of the reply
dawned upon them. Pointing scornfully at the fat Sheriff, they
shouted gleefully, while Slim blushed through his tan.
"Now, if you'll kindly show me where--" began Mr. Price.
"Sure. All the liquor's in the kitchen--" said Sage-brush,
expanding with hospitality.
Slim pushed Sage-brush back into his chair, and Parenthesis
tapped the minister on the shoulder to distract his attention.
"Thanks. I meant to ask for a place to change clothes."
"Sure you mustn't mind Sage-brush there," apologized Parenthesis;
"he's allus makin' breaks. Let me tote your war-bag. Walk this
way."
"Good day, gentlemen," smiled Mr. Price. "When you are up my
way, I trust you will honor my church with your presence--"
adding, after a pause--"without waiting to lose an election bet."
The entrance of a Greaser to refill glasses diverted the
attention of the guests until the most important function for
them was performed. With "hows" and "here's to the bride," they
drank the toast. Slim, as majordomo of the feast, felt it
incumbent upon himself to keep the others in order. Turning
angrily upon Sage-brush, he said. "Why did you tell the Sky
Pilot where the liquor was?"
"I was just tryin' to do the right thing," answered Sage-brush
defiantly.
"Embarrassin' us all like that. You ought to know that parsons
don't hit up the gasoline--in public," scolded Slim.
Sage muttered sulkily: "I never herded with parsons none."
Parenthesis diplomatically avoided any further controversy by
calling: "They're gettin' ready. Jim's got Jack in the back room
tryin' to cheer him up. Boys, is everything ready for the
getaway?"
"Sage-brush, did you get that rice?" demanded Slim.
"That's so--I forgot. I couldn't get no rice though. Dawson
didn't have none."
Without telling what he did get, Sage-brush ran from the room to
the corral.
"I told you not to let him have anything to do with it," said
Fresno, glaring at his fellow workers. Each was silent, as the
accusation was general, and none had been taken into the
confidence of Sage-brush and Fresno when arrangements were being
made for the feast. Fresno had to blame some one, however. By
this time Sage-brush had returned, carrying a bag.
"What did you get?" asked Slim.
"Corn," replied Sage-brush laconically.
"Ain't he the darndest!" Show Low expressed the disgust which the
others showed.
"Why, darn it," shouted Slim, shaking his fist at the unfortunate
Sage-brush, "you can't let the bride and groom hop the home ranch
without chuckin' rice at 'em--it's bad medicine."
"Ain't he disgustin'!" interrupted Fresno.
"What does rice mean, anyhow?" asked the bewildered Sage-brush.
"It means something about wishin' 'em good luck, health, wealth,
an' prosperity, an' all that sort of thing--it's a sign an'
symbol of joy," rattled off Slim.
"Well, now, ain't there more joy in corn than in rice?"
triumphantly asked Sage-brush.
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