"My friends," goes on the Judge, "I have _pre_pared, aided by my dear Injun comrade here, the sev'ral kinds of medicines discovered by the Blackfeet." The fancy-vests, rigged out like Irishmen, was fixin' a table and puttin' bottles on to it. "I have these wonderful medicines with me, and I sell 'em at a figger that leaves only profit enough fer the five of us to live on. I do _more'n_ that. Ev'rywheres I go, I _pre_sent, as a soovneer of my visit, _a handsome, solid-gold watch and chain._" Out come that singin' lady, hoidin' the watch and chain in front of her so's the crowd could see. My! what a lot of whisperin'! "This elegant gift," _con_tinues the Judge, "is _a_warded by means of a votin' contest. And it goes to the prettiest gal." More whisperin', and I sees a brakeman git up and go over to talk to another railroad feller. Wal, _I_ didn't have to be tole who was the prettiest gal! "Ladies and gents,"--the Judge again--"in this contest, _ev'ry_body is allowed to vote. All a person has to do is to take two dollars' worth of my medicine. Each two-dollar buy gives you ten votes fer the prettiest gal; and just to add a little fun to the contest, it also gives you ten votes fer the homeliest man. If you buy these medicines, you'll never want to buy no others. Here's where you git the Blackfoot Injun Rootee, my friends, the Pain Balm, the Cough Balsam, the Magic Salve, and the Worm Destroyer--the fi-i-ive remedies fer two dollars!" Then he drawed a good, long breath and begun again, tellin' us just what the diff'rent medicines was good fer. When he was done, he says,--playin' patty-cake with them fat hands of hisn--"Now, who'll be the first to buy, and name a choice fer the prettiest gal?" Up jumps that brakeman, "Gimme two dollars' worth of you' dope," he says, "and drop ten votes in the box fer Miss Mollie Brown." (Eatin'-house waitress, y' savvy.) "And the ugliest man?" ast the Judge, whilst one of the fancy vests took in the cash and handed over the medicine. "Monkey Mike," answers the brakeman. And then the boys began t' josh Mike. "I'm a sucker, too," hollers the other railroad feller. "Here's ten _more_ votes fer Miss Brown." Just then, in she come,--pompydore stickin' up like a hay-stack. The railroad bunch, they give a cheer. Huh! I got outen that winda and onto my feet. "Judge," I calls, puttin' up one hand to show him who was a-talkin', "here's _eight_ dollars fer you' rat-pizen. And you can chalk down forty votes fer Miss Macie Sewell." Say! cain't you hear them Bar Y punchers?--"_Yip! yip! yip! yip! yip! yip! ye-e-e!_" A-course all the _other_ punchers, they hollered, too. And whilst we was yellin', that tenderfoot from Noo York was a-jabberin' to Macie, mad like, and scowlin' over my way. And she? Wal, she was laughin', and blushin', and shakin' that pretty haid of hern--at _me!_