The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-03-25
GRASS nuckies took no active part IN the
youthful encounter.
Eye sed I wuz 'snide, Cerkey, didn't

1e sea WuZ q Snlde, COrkey, dldn't
ye7"
It appeared that Corkey had said SO.
81 Jumped ye pretty hard. l blacked
both o yer ey@Eor wuz 1T ony UeY
It was tony one, for Corkey still bor
the echo of it On his tinted left optic.
"WeA, wet I wanter say, Corkey, is
I'm sorry bunged you up SC bad
don't believe I could whip you the wal
] am here, but eff you want satisfaction
ye can take it Gut O me now-if yor
bear emmy hard feelings"
81 wouldn't hit dying kid, not fer d.
hull west SIDE" cried out Corkey, sob
bling as if his heart would break; ''yt
only guy me wot deserved, Jimmy.
mad no right roastin' you de way did.
"Who duz the Red Hots play Sun
day?'
'We wuz a goan to play de HARD
Times, Jimmy, but now dat you're sici
an can't pitch we've declared the match
off; we'd git skunked.
"Wot did We do dat forr savagely ex
claimed Jimmy. GIVE good mind te
black yer other eye for ye."
"Well, we all made up we wudn't play
till We got well, Tim; it's no use going
out on de dimund unless you're pitchin'.'
Mr.. Mulligan appeared to see natter
in the proper light.
"Well, l guess you're about right,
Corkey," he was moved to admit 81
guess I'll hav ter get well. 1 wante1
skunk dat crowd Of Hard Times wid NE
inshoots and me new snake curve that
I've been studying out here the last two
weeks while I've been rastlin' wild de
blankets. Wot duz de gang say about
me, Corkey, layin' here in me bed on the
fat O me back, like an old granny-me
who wuz never sick before?'
Say, Tim, dey're efful sorry: they'd
cum up here themselves to see ye, ony
yer ole CONAN w~dn't let EN-"
''Stick yer he'd Dat Nv the windy and
yell for 'em to come up commanded the
PROSTATE pitcher.
Corkey thrust his Bulwer Lytton brow
out of the windew, emitting a yell that
caused all the members Of the Red Eots
to file into the room on tiptoe, wiping
their mouths with their coat sleeves, and
their heads.
"Hello, fellersr'
Hello, Tim"
"Wot's de matter wild We, Philly
Burke? Wot are ye snivellin' for9 Didn't
We ever see a sick kid before? An you,
too, Patsy Carroll-why, 1 nivir see SIGH
weakeners as you kids before in all me
life You're nice gang to let yourself
be bluffed by them Hard Times crowd.
Ye have no more sand in yer craw than
a chicken. I've good notion to sick me
poodle on de hull gang O. We. Cum up
yere, Danger"
The little black and tan that had re-
treated under the bureau, where he kept
up growing and showing his teeth at the
crowd of strange visitors, jumped up on
the bed and began licking his youthful
masters hand. Then, turning round, he
glared fiercely at the roonful of sympa-
tl1izers, his tail flashing the bed, his little
black nose uplifted defiantly. He showed
his teeth in subdued and dangerous
'narl, as if looking out for the shins Of
5he undertaken. An through little Tins
sickness the dog had hung around his
room in a subdued and hsHess
manner. When not squatting on the
sick boys pillow, licking Tins hot and
feverish hand and vigiiantly guarding
MS restless slumber, the dog would sink
away under the bed, as if the boys i'll
ness had affected him also, and had
lowed his honest bark and native pluck
INTO cowardly snarling and showing
If his vicious teeth.
eff that dood of doctor comes anon
feying around here emmy more a-pizening
ne with the medicines he makes mo
waller, We'll Civ him hydrophoby-
Won't we, Danger
Danger showed his red gums in fierce
Issent.
where's me Orld woman"
''Here am, Jimmy ashore; what is
e."
''Sind out the kittle for quart O beer.
wanter do the right thing and treat de
,ang as has called on me. l guess it'll
he about square. Whin We go over with
he GROWER to Danny Shay's, Corkey,
mind We scoop in all the free lunch ye
an crib. | guess I could go little
heese sandwich meself. Be sure you
ell Danny Shay to pack the growler as
light as he can, Corkey," was the latter
art of the languid yet hospitable injunc-
ion Of the stricken Jimmy, as he turned
yer on his side for refreshing slumber,
he vigilant Danger snugly perched on
is fifth rib.
Mr.. Mulligan, I am pleased to state,
III time to give the Hard
lines the worst skunking they ever got
In that match, digging his toenails in
ne pitchers box, his cap cooked rakishly
yer his left eve, and Danger coaching
on de side" and bowling like a demon
hen his master struck out any of the |
pposing batsinen, Jimmy ladled out TO |
ne demoralized Hard Times those justly |
slebrated curves of his, reinforced with |!
le famous snake shoot which he had |
cquired while tossing oranges On a
,verish bed
Timmv was carried home to the Nine |
,enth ward in triumph, Danger bring
lg up the rear, leaving in his trail the
brating air churned to white heat by |
is wagging tail-Jaiaes E. knsella In |
hicago News.
Saved Health and Penny, Too.