The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1890-11-06
A JOLLY BRICK.
Dick's Death the Turning Point Of
Little Cove's Fortunes.

: Dicks Death the Turning Point Of
Little Cove's Fortunes.
$50 usinessP Well. IL hain't been what
you'd~call rushin', SOS to speak. We'd
got our plans ali laid fur retirin', an
goin, on q 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 therel Shure, an
Pm giyin' yer boots a shine SO yer can
use them to SEQ the curl of your mus
tache in, all the way down the street
'Fellers stay round in this kind O.
business very long2' 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 battenhe4e bouquets. But
What become OF my chum?' Dick
Corwin? Well, now, look here, amt
fou Rlbb1h IlbIlt w uo
be yer, anyhow Pr 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 cent
did he get to pay fur the laugh we had
on him. If you want somethin' to fill
up, though, boss, an is willin to pay
lar9fur 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 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 pretty good
1ikin' fur the chap. But-'you amt a
newspaper man.? Well, then, look
here boss, as long as it's rainy day,
an you give me your word fair an
square, you ken sit down an listen, an
I'll tell yerail about him. Ready now2
All right amt jest used to tellin'
stories A leetle out o. practice o
writin' editorials, so to speak I'll
rattle 1t off as think on u t, an you can
fill up the chinlss,
good Io8lsins? 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 turned-up
nose an squirt eyesl But yer see our
palaces where we sleep nights amt
hung with lookin' glasses from top to
bottom. Wo read in the Urop news that
twas old style, an so we pitched 'em
out; an it don't make much odds how a
Teller looks, since then. An myl-I
tell yer what, if you like Teller that
can Jest knock another into the middle
of next week when he says word
against him, then you'd ort to seen
Dick. Wrastle? Why Their want one O.
the boys could come anywhere near him
An none 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 be tier. But Jamie
The was one O them softly boys that
never know nuthin' til it's knocked
into 'em, 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
ey'ry day. But, mister, if yer want to
find some one to make a story out O.
him, 'twon't be me. never did take
overmuch of fancy to the little cove,
an ther amt one o the boys could bear
the sight of him after
"Well, they always worked together,
them two. jamie he was one Q, 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 'tikshe dies all to once with
the heart diseaseNso | s'pose 'twa'nt his
luck to,take toit as if he'd ben raised
ther But Their want no sort O. use
maxim gentleman OF him, an seem
he alwers had comb for his hair, the
way Dick did,,
But his lookin' outfur the little cove
was the only queer streak Dick had, an
he was my pard of'n on fur three years,
Fun? Well, now, yer shoutinl The
cops was after us more'n- half the time
for disturbance an SUCH But we want
no softies to be caught by them. The
minute they was huntin' Dick an me
would start fur the dock; an it didn'
take long ter lose track of 'em. Run.
We-el, you jest hold up yer bottom dol.
lar on that. Why, mister, you never
see such runner as Dick was An he
could jump equal to a circus-rider.
That was what he was alwers layin' out
to be. An he'd lhev gone. too, if il
hadn't ben fur that bloomin' little cove
He said ther wouldn't be no place fur
=. him without twas the clowns baby; an
he was a gentleman, an wouldn't take
~werk<==But me an Dick Jest
made things lively fur the teachers
down ter the mission chapel, you'd bet
ter believe. They'd alwers light on
him the first thing to answer some Of
their questions; am he'd draw his face
down sober. an pretend he couldn't
quito make out what they said
he'd Alwers ,ben hard of hearin'
~Jests% turn the words round a
little so the whole school would git tc
laughin', an the teachers would holler
till they was red in the face tryin' te
make him understand We took Jamie
long with us once or twice; an there
was one Of the teachers there-a reg Lar
swell She was, with her silk dress, an
feathers on her hat--she said he had q
face like a Rafer's angel, an she wanted
to paint him. But Dick. be said he'd
promised his granny that hey aAeulan'i
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