Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1889-04-10
ANDY WAS AL RIGHT.
How an Indiana Agrioulturist Inundated
a Chicago Bunco-lIan.

How an Indiana Agrfculturist Humiliated
Chicago Bunco-lIan
Old Andy Arbucl1le, from Upton County,
Ind, came to Chicago one day last week
with a car load of hogs After he had sold
them the purchaser, writes Ed. r. Pritch
ard in the Arkansaw Traveller, handed
Andy a che ok on the bank for his money,
saying, as he did so ''You can get that
cashed now, or wait until you get home, Mr..
Arbuckle, if you do not care to take the
risk of carrying the currency with you"
"Guess III jist git the money on it, if it's
al the same to you, mister,n replied old
Andy, with grin. "Besides, kinder want
ter look 'roun' little, an l might need it.
San 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 a dollar
frum me has mighty near allus give me two
fer it fore he got it."
The dealer smiled and made no reply.
He had seen such men before
Old Andy went to- the bank, drew his
money and set out to see the sights. He
took a cable car into the city and began his
tour of inspecting Chicago's many fine
business buildings, gazing in at the shop
windows, etc. He had just halted in front
of the Eden Musee and was staring at the
wax figure Of tramp which stands at the
entran ce, 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 TIpton?"
Uncle Andy looked the fellow moment,
and then said: "KlDder pears to me I'd
Orter know that mug o. yourn, but you've
got it 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 to see you, Uncle Andy"
"So'm l, Rafe. How yer maxim it--layin'
up any dust these days"
"Well, yes, little; and that reminds me.
have just drawn prize in a lottery down
the street here and was going to get the
money on itwhen met you. Come on with
me, and after get it Wen go out and see
the town"
''Say, Rafey,'' said the old man, as helaid
his hand on the young fellows shoulder,
Sim a Hoosier an live down in the Tip
ton County slashes. 1 know my face looks
like didn't know ernuff ter go in out of the
wet, DuGlVe got ef pet cali down ter nome,
an eff / thought that brute hadn't more
gump than ter be taken in by your little
game, I'd trade it off for a yaller dog and
then shoot the dog. Us Hoosiers, Rafey,
don't put on no style, but Twelve got schools
an we read the papers; an some of us don't
take the trouble ter talk as we'll as we know
how, but we amt allus asleep when our
eyes is shet."
Before he had finished his little speech
the confidence man, seeing his mistake, was
attempting to get away, but old Andy held
him fast. Just then an officer happened
along, and he turned "Rafey'' over to him
with short explanation of the matter.
The fellow who had tackled him was one of
the slickest confidence men in the West,
and as the policeman knew him he was soon
behind the bars in cell at the Central
station.
That night the old fellow related the Incl
dent to me, and added, by way of explana-
tion: 81 was took in once in that confer
dence game bout fifteen year ago down in
Cincinnaty, an it's been tried on me hun
bred times since, reckon, but I've allus
kinder got the best of it."