The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1889-08-10
ANDY WAS ALL RIGHT.

HOW an 1nofon0 ASr.culturtst Humilinted
ChicsyO Bunco-Man.
Old Andy Arbrc:le, from Tiptoa County,
Ind, came to Ch.ca2o one day last week
with car load C. hogs. After be had sold
them the purchaser, writes Ed. r. Prisch /.
ard in the Arkansaw Traveller, handed
Andy check on the bank for his money.
saying, as he did so: you can get that
cashed now, or wait unit you get home, Mr..
Arbuckle, if you do not care to take the
risk of carrying the currency with you."
'Guess I'll jist git the money on it, if it's
all the same to you, mister" replied old
Andy, witha grin. s'Besides, inder want
ter look 'roun' little, an might need it,"
"All right" replied. the stock dealer,
"only it's not safe to carry so much money
with you in large city like Chicago
"Yes, so I've heerd," assented ANDY,
"but I've bin hustlin' long fer darned near
forty years. an the feller that gifts dollar
frurn me has mighty near allus give me two
Ter fore he got it."
Tie dealer smiled and made no reply
He had seen such men before Z.
Old Andy went to the bank, drew his
money and get out to see the sights. He
TOOK u cable car into the ci, y and began his
tour OF inspecting Chicago's many fine
business buildings, gazing IN at the shop
wind ws, etc. He hal Just halted in front
"f The Eden Musee, and was staring at the
wax tgure OF tramp w. .ich stands at the
entrance, when dapper looking little fel-
low seized him by the hand and exclaimed:
"Why, how are you, Uncle Andy, and
when did you leave old Tlpton?'
Uncle Andy looked the fellow moment,
and then said: ."Klnder pears to me I'd
orter know that mug o. yourn, but you've
got 1t on me this time, guess'
you used to know Scott Hawkins, didn't
you7"
Thunder, yes you're not his son Rafe,
that run away from home"
"Yes, I'm Rafe Hawkins, and am
mighty glad tc see you. Uncle Andy.n
''So'm !, Rafe. How yer maxim it-lsyn'
up any dust these daysr' So
49, ell, yes, q little; sd ira; ;rpminds me
nave 1ust drawn 9 prize a Sssnttsry d5wn
tne street here and was going 10 ret the
money on it when met you. Come on witt
me- and after get it Wen 20 out and SEE
the town."
SAY, Rafey,' said the old man, as he laid
ms mana on the young fellows shoulder
m Hoosler, an live down in the Tip
ton County slashes. I know nv face look
like ! didn't know ernuff ter Go in out of the
wet, butrve got er pet calf down ter home.
an ct thought that brute} hadn't NOR,
gump than ter be Ia zen in by your little
game, I'd trade 1t off for waller dog auu
then shoot the dog Us Hdosiers Rafey.
don't put on no style. butwef We got schoo S
an we read tho papers an Some of us DOM
take the trouble ter talk Is well rs we know
how, but we amt allus asleep when our
eyes Is shet"
BEFORE ne had fnisbed bis little speech
the confidence man. seeing his mistake. was
attempting to get away, but old Andy held
MIN fast. Just then an ojficer happened
along, and he turned Raft . over ia him
with short explanation I the matter
The fellow who had tackled him was one OF
the slickest confid ence md in the Wes1
and as the policem IA khewl i'm he was soon
oehind the bars in q cell at the Central
station. "a
.S su1 1ne oia tenoW related the Incl
ton: II was took in onca IN +ho+ ,fo.
dcnce game bout fteen i ear aoo dow, i,
Cinclnnaty. an its been d .iad IN me- a hrn
IiSSan s ~ ~ I.nIe, =. IsGAo q. but I've allw
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