Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1890-09-13
A JOLLY BRICK.
Dicks Death the Turning Point of
Little Cove's Fortunes.

LICK bedIu tue turning IOiu1 VI
Little Cove's Fortunes.
Business? We'll, it hain't been what
you'd call rushin', SOS to speak, We'd
got our plans all laid fur r%etirin', an
goin' on a trip to Urop; but | guess,
'cordin' the present outlook, we may
hang round til next month. Hits
mostly luck, this kind of work. We
has our ups an downs, same as Jay
Gould, an the rest of the kind; an Jest
now its down. Easy there. Shure, an
I'm giyin' yer boots a shine so yer can
use them to see the curl of your mus
tache in, all the way down the street.
'Fellers stay round in this kind o
business very long?' Sometimes they
do, an sometimes they don't. | he'd
one pard in the city for the matter O
three years, but he's gone now. Tain't
'xactly up to bein' alderman, you see.
The wind an sleet is bad for our seal
skin cloaks an white kid gloves, so we
has to leave 'em off. An the same
with our b%uttonhole bouquets. But
What become of my chum| Dick
Corwin? Well, now, look a here, amt
you gittin' a little inQuisitive? Who
be yer, anyhow? A newspaper re-
porter? Yer needn't be tryin' that
game here. Billy Smith was writ up in
the paper once: "A specimen OF the
New York bootblack;' an never a cent
did he get to pay fur the laugh we had
on him. If you want somethin' 10 fill
up, though, boss, an is willin' to pay
regular fur the information, III put yer
onto some stories that'll make yer eyes
stick out. But they won't be about
Dick Corwin. No, sir. Why, ther amt
a Teller round hat wouldn't knock
another sky high if they tried to make
money tellin' of him. Fond OF him?'
We-el, yes, w did have a pretty good
likin' fur the chap. But-'you amt a
newspaper man?' Well, then, look a
here, boss, as long as it's a rainy day,
an you give me your word fair an
square, you ken sit down an listen, an
I'll tell yerall about him. Ready now?
All right amt jest used to tellin'
stories. a leetle out o. practice o
writin' editorials, so to speak. But III
rattle 1t of as | think ont, an you can
fill up the chinks.
Good lookin'? Nav! If you think
yer goin' to hear bout one o yer swell
kind, why, then, you've got to the
wrong place. Red hair an t~urned-up
nose an squint eyes! But yer see our
palaces where we sleep nights amt
hung with ookin'-glasses from top to
bottom. We read in the Urop news that
twas old style, an so we pitched 'em
out; an IL don't make much odds how a
Teller looks, since then. An my,-I
tell yer what, if you like a Teller that
can jest knock another into the middle
Of next week when he says a word
against him, then you'd ort to seen
Dick. Wrastle? Why, ther want one o
the boys could come anywhere near him.
An non o them as much as dared to
open their mouth 'gainst that little cove
OF a Jamie he was lookin' out fur. That
was one o Dicks queer streaks. If he'd
ben a wrastler, or his brother, or sum.
thin, we'd stood it better. But Jamie
he was one O. them softly boys that
never know nuthin' TIL it's knocked
into EN-, an no relation at all. Come
to think of it, he was more like your
swell kind, though. Kinder whinin'
round an alwers maxim a fuss if hit
didn't happen he could wash his face
ev'ry day. But, mister, if yer want to
find SOM one to make a story out o.
him, 'twon't be me. ! never did take
overmuch of a fancy to the little cove,
an Their amt one O the boys could bear
the sight of him after
"Well, they always worked together,
them two. Jamie, he was one O them
wouldn't push out for himself (no sand,
yer know, an if he ever made out to
sell a paper, twas hangin' onto Dicks
elbow. His nanny was one o them
swell kind herself, Dick said. an used
to do SEWN TIL she dies all to once with
the heart disease; so | s'pose 'twa'n't his
luck to take to it as if he'd ben raised
ther. But ther want no sort O. use
maxim a gentleman of him, an seein'
he alwers had a comb for his hair, the
way Dick did.
But his lookin' out fur the little cove
was the only queer streak Dick had. an
he was nv pard ofr'n on fur three years
Fun? Well. now. YER shoutin', Tho
cops was after MS moron half tho time
for disturbance an, smell. Rnt wc wa,n,t
no softies to he caught nv tbem The
m;nute thew was bnntin, Mol on, me-
would start fnr ,ho doo,,. .n, ;ta;an,,
take lone tor lose tracL ~ ,am pnnS
Wei Won iost ho,d mn .o, hot,.m AL
lar on hat WV m;s,or ',om nonn
500 snoh ns mo-. yo' ".'
oo,,d go 81 . ..
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