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Show Pa*° 5 "Dough" round an' Grid's,buying the second." With a yelL of delight every lush in the place, and there were plenty, stampeded to the bar where, to the haunting refrain of a rinky dink piano giving out with Buffalo Gal, they did their level best to drink the place dry. Two hours later Gridiey, by this time hardly crocked at all, got mad at something someone had said and in the momentary, shocked silence that followed his initial shout, everyone in the place heard him say, "To hell with Jeff Davis and the whole South." The northerners cheered lustily and the southerners booed this remark, but Mr. R. C. Gridiey stuck to his guns. Thereafter, as contrary as only a mule stubborn Rebel can be, he voted straight Republican and, in fact, ran for office on the Republican ticket. It was only after the tenth round of drinks that a drunken waddie from the Arrow Bar Ranch eyed the soiled Gridiey Sack and dimly remembered it as being the reason for the bonanza of booze that had been coming his way. Wishing to show his appreciation, his sodden mind slowly assimilated the seed of an idea. One more shot fertilized it and with a foolish grin |