The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1892-05-12

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"Jim' is a robust, we'll built, bronzed
fellow, and evidently has a heart that /;
c~orrespondipgly in size with his structure.
Certainly" said he, "pll give yer 8
few notes."
"Say, mister, give us a half dollar, first. p
interrupted a well-built piece of humanity
on unsteady limbs.
"Thsts all right, now, Jonas, the
gentleman comes up nicely and we'll treat
i'm as SUCH" said the party addressed by
the reporter.
Eyes, but I'd get a half out O. i'm eff ed
want ter talk ter me-"
Never mind, now; turning to the
reporter) don't mind i'm les a little full"
What ill ave, sir2'
"How many people have you in csmpF'
asked the reporter.
Say, mister, hsye yer got a 'alfT' put
in the other.
"Don't mind i'm; I'm Jim" Guy and
my brother is Pete Guy, said the
interviewed. "NNhat der yer want 2''
AT this stage the reporter felt that he was
being cornered, and Notwithstanding the
palm Of peace held out by Jim" he felt he
would be obliged to put up, or shut up"
but the scribe pinched the solitary George
Geiger dollar in his pocket until the eagle
screamed and then answered, news"
"Ef % wants news let i'm put up a 'alf,''
again put in the irrepressible.
what a lovely little child that isl
suddenly exclaimed the reporter, as he
espied a diminutive specimen of humanity
peeping from between the folds of a tent
entrance.
"Ain't she a beaut' ~ exclaimed the
civil one. Say, she's but nine months
old, and she walks and talks and weighs AZ
pounds"
"Nop' exclaimedlthe surprised reporter.
Eyes, indeed, sir; amt she a beaut2'
'She is, indeed. How many people
have you in camp2"
"Say, haven't yer got a ALT" put in the
great interjector.
"Oh, &c set down." said the communi-
Gator impstiently, "'e's all right"
what is your name please2" asked the
reporter, taking advantage of the reproof
my name is james Guy. Peter is down
town, horse trsdin'. That little one that
you see is my daughter and my wife's
name is Dovie Guy. Here's the jockey OF
the camp, William Cauley, II years of
age, and 'es a good 'un. Peters me
brother"
"Who is this mar % asked the reporter,
motioning towards the h~slf-dollar man.
30, 'es a member of the camp on Turkey
Run. Don't mind i'm, les a little lively
to-day.
"Ssy, psrd, drop in a 'alf," interjeeted
the individual in question, as he pulled off
his hat and held it SO that its vacancy was
capable OF swallowing a bushel %"'alfs."
"Are you English gypsies p asked the
reporter.
"Yes, in a way. There's my dad, there,
he's from England. Let's see, what part
are you from, dad Sometshire, amt it ?"
Yes" came an answer from a grey
bearded, but we'll preserved voice.
Don't say a word" put in the OBJ
streperous Individual. "Its worth a 'alf."
But the reporter had struck the key note
of a fatherly heart in the gypsy inter-
viewed, and the ffty-oent scare-crow failed
in its effect.
The reporter learned that the band To-
Gated near the cemeteries is of English
descent. "Pete,' the oldest in the camp,
not counting the father, was born in
Richmond, Ind. James, the interviewed,
was born in Dayton, Ohio. The camp
number "A souls, including four hired
hands, two of which are negroes. The
stock assets of the camp comprise 80 head
of horses-'some good and some bad" as
Jim" put in.
In accordance with his promise to "Jim'
the reporter makes his promise to give a
legitimate report good. Jim" had evil
IDENTIFY fell upon some copies of the HERALD
in which the doubts Of Councilmen about
correc reports we're published.
But, however hat may be, the reporter
left the gypsy camp with the conviction