The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-08-20

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forlorn-looking being a feeling akin to
sympathy began to usurp the place of
surprise in his breast, and it was in a
tone almost tinged with kindness that he
addressed the sickly vagrant.
"Bin var iong?" ~ ~ .-@
"Eh?' [.#&-a ~ Es
The reply sounded like the gurgling of
blood through the sink-pipes Of dis
secting-room. &5~ rr&
"Ain't bin loatin' round that var stove
more'n minute or two, hev yea"
Dams tone was so iusinuating, and
his intention to avoid hurting the poor
fellows feelings so evident, that man
with pcrceptive faculties developed to
any degree whatever would have under
stood the kindly motive. But the rash
man at the stove must have been abnor-
mally obtuse, for he gurgled forth the
exasperating reply:
Ever since those other fellows lit out"
"What!"
Dams eyes were dilatcd with the in
tensity of his emotion. Wrath was tax.
ing the place Of pity.
The little man made no reply, but
rubbed his hands and held them, palms
outward, in front of the warm stove.
"Mebbc you wasn't payin: pertickler
'tention to what made 'em git up an
dust'' 'r,.' '~.'~'
1t was 4 forced calmness that per
meated Dams manner as he made this
last remark. H..
didn't know but what Their was dog
fight or something down the street,
dog fight or sOmethin," sncercd Dan,
reaching glass, "mebbe yer not acquaint-
ed 18th me-"
''Who'rc you?"
The man at the stove did not make
this inquiry as if he had any particular
desire to ascertain the identity of this in
terlocutor, but gurglcd it in a mechanl-
cal way like phonograph OF an auto
attic taking machine.
"I'm Eel River Dan, stranger, an I'm
bad"
If Dan imagined that this announce
ment would discompose the vagran he
was mistaken. 1t had no more effect
than so much wind, and the stranger did
not even appear to notice the remark.
"D'ye hear, you cadaverous galoot? I'm
on it bigge'n wolf"
"Thet's all right amt objectin'."
''You amt, eh? Well, don't pose We
be, an, watts more I amt intendin' ye
SHE'LL Now look var, stranger, We say ye
think it was dog fight or somethin' tibet
clared this var bar-room bit ago."
'Somethin' O. tibet kind I wasn't per-
ticker anxious to hustle round an find
out, anyhow
Il b'lieve yer lynn, stranger; but atore
I perceed any fu'ther 18th your case, 1 Il
give We the true dizziness; them huskies
slid out o this var place cause they
saw me comm in thet var door over thar
see the d0or?"
"lt's thar, rcckon,' answered the lit
tie man, who had turned his back to the
stove, but who did not take the trouble
to resume his former position for the pur-
pose Of verifying the bad mans assertion
that door absolutely existed in that par.
ticular side of the apartment. .
swell, my consumptive friend faint
too late fur you to use that same hole in
the wall; you'll be in time to hear how
that Cog fight you was speakin' about
come out, mebbe, if yer uncommonly
lively"
'Don't keer how it como out an
swered the hollow checked individual, in
his most woe-be-gone tone of voice.
Don't, eh2 Yer sure We don't want to
know w'ich dog licked?"
"Ain bet+in' Il continental red on nary
dog fight just now, an amt a goln' to,
nuther
There was a ghost Of emphasis in the
latter portion Of this speech, but 1t was
almost wholly choked by the gloomy sad
ness Of tue tone in whic it was uttered.
"lt's purity rough. blamed ef it amt"
soliloquised Dan, edging around toward
the end of the bar. I'D ez soon tackle
raft O measley babies, but it's got down
to a ground hog case, an cf l don't do
somethin' putty soon the boys Ill be
kickin' me from one end O the county to
the otner. It's got to be did. There's
no help for it. l say, sickly, mebbe ye'd
like to say a word or two afore it hap
pens"
wat happens?'
"Why, watts goin' to happen Wen I
turn loose?'
IAN got nothln' to say
ANY place, pertickler, ye'd like ter
be hauled to arter the matinec?''
"W at matinee?"
''W at matinee! The matinee thet's
goin' to open up in about one minute by
tibet var clock =
"Don't know nothin' about IT.
you'll know MOI EN- you want to afore
| git through 18th you. Amt got no
friends thct'll plant We decently in case
the Coroner he'd to sit on ye?"
MARY friend.'
mo moncy:'
"Nary dime"
Got a name, s'pose; write it down,
an I'll see tibet it's spelled right in the
papers,
"Cheerful Harry"
"Age?'
''Forty-four."
"Born anywhar?"
"Massourl.'
''Bizness?"
'Herdin' Sheep e. +"A.
Cheerful Harry-forty -four-born in
Massouri--shccp herdcr Is thct all kcr-
rcct?"
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