The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1889-04-09


contemptu's an indignant, JUS sticks
out my passed. an ses: "Pleese Civ
this ERE to the young lady. A Teller
axed me ter bring it yere, an sed very
J pertickler to be sure an have it give
ter the young lady," ses |; an with
that, the gal taEin' the passed., skips
out the gate an down the street, ap-
pearin' very unsuspectiv' an inner
cent. but so managin' as to effec' my
disappearance round the cornder very
immedjit thereafter.
Well. long in tn ev'nin'. just as /
were a-packin' up my buds ter git OH t
who should come long but the very
chap hisself, all rugged up to kill, a.
swingin' of his cane an a-whisterlin' to
hisself; an ses | ter my oil frien' the
lamp-pos': II b'leeve that feller's act
u'lly got Their gall to be a-goin' ter CALI
on My Young Lady this very evenin'.
An if he does. 'twixt you an me, theirs
goin' ter be some fun a-goin' on, an
you JUS bet ! amt agoin' ter miss it."
So tucks my kit away in a safe stow
in'-place, an follerin' after, 10 an be-
hole! sure enough, my fine Mister
! Blackwell marches inter Their front
door, vile l whips up inter a dark
cornder Nv the PLAYER, back Nv some
vines. an right by "a winder witch, it
bein' summertime, wus a leetlc ways
open, SOS could see an hear all the
goin's-on before the footlights.
Well. JUS tell yer. My Young Lady
did look fine that evenin' wen she come
inter the parler; an from Their fust
minnit he seed her, that Teller didn't
pear ter be able fer to keep his eyes
often her. She spoke ter i'm JUS as
pleasant as yer pleese, an sot down an
went on a-talkin' ter him as perlite an
fr'en'ly's if she'd never heer'd nawthin'
ag'in' him; an L tell yer w'ot I is,
wus beginnin' ter feel powerful Uneasy,
an commencin' ter be mighty skeer'd
tibet my daisy little hit had been a
''foul an out" after all, an that that
ere cheeky cuss were a-goin' to win
ther match spite er me an Douglas
both. But just bout then ses she,
pleasant an unsuspectin'like "W'ot
time s it a-gettin' t be, Mr.. Black
well. pleese? Cause we don wan ter
be late ter that concert. you know, an
I'll have to get my things on yet"
Then ther Teller, JUS fer wink o
yer eye, turns leetle bit red, an
| gives some signs Nv bein' ratified; an
then ses he, with kind er nerv'us
laff: Ter tell you ther truth, Miss
Hartman" SEES he, Il hain't got my
watch with me this evenin'. had ter
leeve it down ter the jewelers. fer
some rcpairin' this afternoon" ses he;
an all Their vile he was a-gittin' out
this ere lie she were a-lookin' right at
i'm, with a mighty queer eXpresshin
comm onto her face. Then SEES | ter
| myself, neerly Dustin with wantin' ter
chuckle: by Jingley John! that
gives i'm away, dead. Cause she's
had that same watch ever since morn
in her own SELF" seS i. IAN she knOGoS
he's a-lyin'r'
With that. all NV a suddenr she
| holds out sumthin' to'ards i'm, an she
ses, ses she: lis this your watch,
Mr.. Blackwell? 1t don't appear to be
in much need of repairin' ses she; lit
seems to be- runnin' all right 1T pres
emit"
The Teller nigh about fell ofT'm his
cheer, an he turns as W lite as chalk
mark, an he rips out: "How'n the
deuce did you git it?" kinder student,
| afOre he'd time ter think"
Well, sir, she seed through i'm right
away, then; though afore that think
she'd bin sorter hOpin' Their was a
mistake som'ers bout Their matter,
an he'd be able fer ter clear hisself.
An so. with 'er lip commencin' to
curl an 'er eyes ter flash, ses
she: Would you please first tell
me, sir, how yOu came to lose it, if you
weren't too much intoxicated at the
time to know; an also, if wouldn't
be too much, might inquire the name
Nv the Indy whom you 'scorted to the
The'ter Comique last night, wen your
watch wus stolen?"
You could "a knocked that chap
down with err broom-straw. at fust, he
wus that taken aback; an fer minnit
he JUS sot a-starin' at her. Then, all
to onct, the red come a rushin' back
inter his face; an bringin' of his fist
down onto his knee, with hash,
scorn!ul kind er laff. ses he. a-tween
his teeth: $50 this is another o. that
Arty Morton's sneak tricks, is it?
Curse him! I'll git even with i'm yet.
But l hope you don't fer a moment
b'leeve that"
''Mr. Morton had nothing w'otever |
to do with it, SIR" she answers back. !
interruptin' Nv i'm short; an then, 1 |
tell yer, she JUS Civ that Teller one NV |