The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-11-07

cry one else seemed as happy as ne. Inc
women i'm the doorways were smiling,
and children romped along the s1de-
walks. He counted the money from
pocket and found that it amounted to
S65, or /, 800 glasses of beer. The other
passengers watched him curiously.
He alighted at Polk street and walked
over to Dinny's place. The old crowd
was there.
Come up, yuu fellows" said Mr..
| Wilson, land drink all you can hold. /
mean it, he added as they did not
seem willing to stand up and take
chances. Here's the stuff"
He dribbled out on the bar the silver
which the conductor had given him.
There was a rush, and Dinny began
setting ont rows of schooners.
Drink mp that money! shouted MI.
Wilson, land say, Dinny, give me a
good cigar"
While the boys were taking away the
''scuttles" as fast as they could be
passed up, Mr.. Wilson went out to pur-
chase a wardrobe. He knew the place to
60, because he had stood before it many
a time looking at the brilliant neckties
and white collars. The proprietor met
him gruf1y, but melted into smiles when
he saw the roll of money.
Elk me up from the skin out, said
Mr.. Wilson. "Give me the best stuff
you've got and hand it out quick. Have
you got a back room?"
Certainly he had a back room. Mr..
Wilson was shown to that apartment
and was treated to every courtesy. One
by II the necessary articles were push
ed into the room. At the end of ten
minutes he was a new man. His neck
felt the dignifed embrace OF a collar
for the first time in years. The stiff
shirt had Strengthened him up. He put
his money into his, new clothes and
strolled out. The big officer who had
once kicked him moved respectfully
aside to allow him to pass.
"I'll hire some one to lick that fell
low" said Mr.. Wilson as he directed
his steps toward a fancy barroom.
He drank cocktail after cocktail, and
the only effect was to increase his gem
eral cheerfulness and make every n
around him more attentive to his wishes.
mere y IuS UNSb 1CSOhuLuht LII
town." he asked, leaning over the bar
and Familiarity addressing the man in
the white garments.
"It's two blocks down"
"I'll show you where it is, " said a
man who wore clothes almost as good
as those of Mr.. Wilson; "come with
me-"
Mr.. Wilson locked arms with the
gentleman, who introduced himself as
president of a bank and said he was
proud to be allowed to walk along the
street with Mr.. Wilson. They met sew
eral distinguished citizens whose names
MIR. Wilson had read in scraps of news
paper around the lodging house.
They met the mayor, the postmaster,
Mr.. Armour, MI. Field, Mr.. Pullman
and others. Every time Mr., Wilson was
introduced the whole crowd went and
had q drink. Mr.. Wilson showed them
how much money he had, and they
slapped him ON the back and said he
was a good fellow.
At last MI. Wilson and the banker
sat down to dine. They had lobster and
pie and champagne and all kinds OF
drinks, and Mr.. Wilson gave the waiter
q dollar to fan him while he was eating.
Mn. Wilson ate two Holsters, for they
were the first he had tasted in ten years,
and every N i'm the house watched him
when he pulled out such q lot of money
and demanded to know how much he
owed the place.
After that he and the banker went
riding i'm an open carriage, and all the
people along the street stopped to see
them 60 by. They halted in front OF q
saloon and had the bartender bring three
bottles of champagne ont to the carriage
one for Mr.. Wilson, n for the bank
er and one for the driver.
While they were drinking the cham.
payne out of the bottles a crowd gath
cred around. Mr.. Wilson ordered a Pc
liceman to dispense the crowd, and he
did SO promptly.
"Now, what shall we donext?'' asked
the banker. putting his arm around MIR.
!, Wilson's neck.
"Oh, take q little ride and then have
something more to drink. Drive NJ
therei'' and he stood up in the seat ant
, kicked the driver in the back.
So they drove mp m street and dow
another, while the bands played anC
women at the windows waved handker
! chiefs. Mr.. Wilson leaned back i'm thu
, cushions, thoroughly happy and count
ing his money, when he felt q sudde1
pain in his right foot. .
The pain became more sharp.
I He raised himself to his elbow.
q He was getting the ''hot foot" A
! heavy policeman was pounding the sol
1 of his shoe. The club was lifted again
but Hobo Wilson drew back his leg.
go wan, now! Get a novel sait
4 the policeman, giving him a kick witt
a the broad OF his foot.
q "Well, I'm goin," whined Hob
Wilson. whose head was all in q whir
as he came to his feet. He picked up hi
- coat and limped around the corner Q
h warehouse f, and at each step the crue
a truth became clearer TO him.
!, THANK goodness for u thing, " sal
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