Omaha daily bee., 1896-11-30
TURNED A TRICK ON A cnrNAMAS.
II Wns Funny Until Pntcr Caught
Onto the Game.

II Was Funny Untii PHtcr Cnuph;
Onto the Game.
Here, Clinton. stop that fighting or I'll
tell your father on you!" said the druggist,
as he looked out of the window and noticed
Clinton scrapping with another kid.
eve amt scrapping; were only chewing
the rag; that kid won't fight"
Better look out for him for he's much
larger and older than you are and he's liza
bic to -"
He daresn't knock chip off my shoulder.
no matter if he is big"
whats all the fuss about? Did he"
ooh, this kid squealcd on me yesterday
and pa sailed in and made me think summer
had come again, that's all. Pas awful
touchy lately and you cant"
"Ah. hal Been putting up another job
on him, have yOu?"
1T wasn't me; it was this kid You see.
it was just like this. Pa had some shirts
ho wanted taken to the laundry, as he was
going to Chicago the next day, and he
didn't have enough clean ones to last for
the round trip. He told me to take em down
to the laundry and call for 'em the next
day. This kid was going down to the Ii
brary to get a book, so while we were walk
ing across the viaduCt what does he do but
put it in my head to play a joke on pa.
You know where that Chinese laundry Is
you? Well we took EN- in there, telling
the almond-eyed pigtail we'd cali for 'em
tho next afternoon. He gave me a piece Of
brown paper with lot of Chinese signs or
Iut, which was a kind of receipt, you know
"Well, me and this kid got some brown
paper coming home and we fixed NJ a re-
ceipt Just like the one the Chinaman gave
us. The next afternoon ! sends this kid
down to the laundry with the counterfeit
ticket, and Mr.. John Chinaman hands out
| . 1, -, l,.1r 1.45
steps into the joint, presents my ticket
and lays down the money. The Chinaman
hunted high and low for the bundle, looked
over his tickets and-say, but you should
a-been therel John calls another fellow
from the back room and the two put their
heads together and pretty soon two more
pipe-hitters come down from the second
story. Well, sir, for the next five minutes
ii was as good as seeing Buffalo Bill's wild
West! | finally got tired waiting ana told
John | wanted those shirts and | wanted
EN- before dark He looked at me and
grinned, and all l could get out of him
was Observation-Disclosures ack-clack-clack.
Il got mad after while and told him
to give me back the ticket He handed me
tho one this kid had made, but I told him
that didn't 60; | wanted the other one or
the shirts and ! didn't want any foolish
ness about it, either He finally gave me
the right ticket and | took ii to pa, telling
him the heather wouldn't give me hi
washec. Pa, you know, went TO San Fran
cisco last month, and as ne spent couple
OF days and nights in Chinatown, | though
maybe he had learned enough cf their Ian
guage to talk to the rat-eGters and make
EN- understand what was what. Pa looked
at his watch and said 1t was getting pretty
near train time, so he'd have to hurry up
and straighten those Cinnamon out. He
went a-kiting acrcss the yiaduct with m,
about a couple Of blocks behind him for
| knew thprpl
teenth street and / didn't want to miss
that for anything. Well, pa WALKED into
the Joint laid down the ticket and money.
telling John 10 hurry up, as his train wac
getting ready tc pull cut All pa could
get out of en- was Observation-Disclosures
clack-clack, just the same as l got. Pa
pounded on the ironing board and held
the receipt under the ChinamanB nose.
but that bluH didn't work a little bit.
After looking at his watch and seeing that
his train was then due on the ether side
OF the river, and still no shirts in sight
pa peeled Oft his coat and preceded to
clean out the place, throwing one heather
through the window, pounding another.
and soaring the others out through the
back door
After the battle was over pa put on his
coat, grabbed up a bundle and started for
home, telling Mr.. Gamer he'd like to see
the lambaSted Chinaman that could steal his
shirts When he got home ana opened the
bundle, to put the shirts in his grip, what
do you suppose he found. Two pink shirt
waists ana night dr5ss Well sir, If there
ever was a real mad man in Omaha pa was
that man. He didn't say very much. but
when he stuck his gun in his overcoat
pocket and told ma he was going to Chicago
on another train | knew therc'd be a dead
ChlnGman in town before o'clock the next
morning unless pa got those other shirts.
Just as pa was going out the front gate who
should come along hut this kid and-giyes
the whole snap away Pa ran upstairs to
by room four steps at a time pulled me
out from under the cover and shook me until
my teeth ratified like a man a-dragging a
log chain down a flight of stairs He got
the big trunk strap and warmed me up with
that until | had to get down on my knees
and dig those shirts out from under my bed
He made me promise to take the shirt waists
and tho night dress down to the laundry In
tho morning, but | gave em to Red Bird
and told her they belonged to her sister!
You can say what you please about pa. but
when 1t comes to cleaning out a Chinese
joint hos right in H. I've got ia 20 to the
bakery and get a loaf of bread for ma, but
this thing isn't settled yet, not by a long
jump. I'll see you tomorrow, young fell
low. and you can just bet two al-day suck
ers that you don't go home without present
from me, I'm hot potato. that's what
am CHEYENNE BOB.