Los Cerrillos rustler. (Cerrillos, N.M.) 188?-1891, 1890-09-12
A l. BRICK.
Dicks Death the Turning Point OF
Little Cove's Fortunes.

Business? Well, 1t hain't been what
you'd call rushin', SOS to speak. We'd
got our plans all laid fur retirln', an
goin' on a trip 10 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 tho rest OF tho kind; an Jest
now its down. Easy therel Shuro, an
I'm givin' yer boots a shine so yer can
use them 10 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 10 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 buttonhole 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 sent
did he get to pay fur the laugh we had
on him. II you want somethin' to fill
up, though, boss, an is willin' to pay
regular fur tho information, I'll put yer
onto some stories that'll make yer eyes
stick out. But they won't be about
Dick Corwin. No, sir. Why, Their amt
a Teller round that wouldn't knock
another sky high If they tried TO make
money tellin' OF him. Fond of him?
We-el, yes, we did have a pretty good
likin' fur the chap. But-'you amt q
newspaper man?' Well, then. look O
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
III tell yerall about him. Ready now?
AL right amt jest used to tellin'
stories. A leetle out o. practice q
writin' editorials, so to speak. But II
rattle it of as ! think ont, an you car
dill up the chinks.
Good lookin'? Nav! II you think
yer goin' to hear bout one o. yer swell
kind, why, then, you've got to the
wrong place. Red hair an turned-uJ
nose an squirt eyes! But yer see oul
palaces where we sleep nights ain
hung with lookin'-glasses from top q
bottom. We read in the Urop news tina.
twas old style, an SO We pitched ZEN
out; an 1t don't make much odds how
Teller looks, since then. An N.Y.
tell yer what, IL you like a Teller tina.
can jest knock another into the middle
of next week when he says a wore
against him, then you'd ort TO seer
Dick. Wrastle? Why, Their want one o
the boys could come anywhere near him
An zone o. them as much as dared Il
omen their mouth 'gainst that little GOV,
OF a Jamie he was lookin' out fur. Tina
was one o Dicks queer streaks. II he'C
ben a wrastler, or his brother, or sum
thin, we'd stood 1t better. But Jamie
he was one o. them softly boys tina
never know nuthin' til it's knocked
into EN-, an no relation at all. Com
to think OF IL, he was more like you
swell kind, though. Kinder whinin
'round an alwers maxim u fuss IL hi
dida't happen he could wash his fac
ev'rT day. But, mister, II yer want 4
find some one TO make u story out Q
him. 'twon't. be me. / never did TAX
oveimuch of a fancy to the little cove
an tber amt one o the boys could bea
the sight of him after 2 ? p
"Well, they always worked together
them two. jamie, he was one o. then
wouldn't push out for himself mo sand
yer know, an If he eyer made out b