Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-10-16

A Wreck.
me get out O. here before l soak me gig
lamp and me ring, 1 can't trust meself in
these joints
Customer No was very warm Afro
American sport" dressed to kill. His
makeup was that of London music hall
negro minstrel. He peeled off his fine
covert cloth top coat and threw it on the
counter.
'Fo'.' said he.
Should think you'd need the coat. Nose -
said the pawnbroker. handing out the
money and ticket.
The Afro-American hot member grinned.
.'Deys a-goin' tub be some chicken fight
in down n Alexandry d'rekshun tuhnight.
an eff All doan' mex uh wahm win-out
Ah'll eat yo' hat!
Out of the Ordinary.
Patron No. was extraordinary. He was
a fine-looking, thoroughly well-tailored
middle-aged man. But he had begun to
dine early in the day, so that he lurched
some. A district messenger boy in uni
form was with him. The patron wasn't
much good in the matter of navigation,
but he had his head on his shoulders and
knew his gait, even If he did have a list of
ten or more degrees to starboard. The
pawnbroker rubbed his hands when the
man and the messenger came in. The man
didn't say a word. but he pulled on: of his
white puff tie a magnificent horseshoe OF
blue diamonds. This he put down on The
glass case. Then. with some effort, he
pulled two rings from the third finger of
his left hand-one of them big rose soil
taire. the other a snake with big ruoies.
These he put down beside the horseshoe.
Then he pulled out a ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
watch. He tried to unfasien it from the
chain, but couldn't The messenger boy
did the job for him. The man put the
watch beside his other things on the glass
case. 1t was rather an attractive pile of
jewelry.
'What'll ye gimme on whole mesh?" said
the man. The pawnbroker was examining
the pledges critically.
Eight hundred dollars said he finally
The man who had dined early smiled
greasiy.
Not mush you won't" said he You'll
gimme ten dollarsh whole bash Lash lime
az here got flushed f'r all m ,ewlry-
tough town. 'Shington; YER tough town.
m shelf. n think l do. Hook jewlry,
thash whash, n put tickesh 18th hotel
clerk No jay-no' mush. Feshed meshen-
ger Kid long remin' me where 'uZ soin an
take me hotel Gimme ten on bash"
The 2awnbroker made out what the man
wanted all right. and gave him ten dollars
on his $1,000 worth of jewelry.
That a new one on me- said the pawn
broker. when the man with the starboard
list had departed with his messenger.
w onder 1T didn't strike him 70 deposit his
jeweiry at his hotel, instead of the tickets
But they're all pipey-pipey-hey?
Wanted to Go to Chofsey.
Il said, what'H you give me on the tick
cr?" repeated the jockey-looking youth who
had come in. The pawnbroker looked at
the watch's case. and then opened it up nd
examined the works.
Couple dollars he said.
"Oh. g'wan there. Bill. an stop yer fool
in; Oh the level. what'n you gimme on it?'
Couple dollars repeated the pawn
''Ah. say, Bill, cut it out. that joshin, an
give us a price on the ticker
Couple dollars" said the pawnbroker
looking out of the window at d girl trying
to mount a bike.
Say, Bill, you're a stringer from Dope
Vile, ain you? But, say, lookee here, I've
got to git to Chosey City tonight, an
ain [ got tn price of the ride. c. wan, now
on the level, whatll you gimme on the
Couple dollars" said the pawnbroker.
We'll, cough 1t up" said the jockey-look-
ing youth who wanted to make Jersey City.
n very Old coored woman, smoking a
Very black pipe. clomped in IN d pair of
mems heavy brogans. She passed dam
tily scented pink note across the counter
TO the pawnbrokcr. and then slowly uEdid
the numerous tiSsue-paper wrappings from
very beautiful antique silver tea urn
The old colored woman didn't say a word
while she was doing this. The pawnbroker
gave only glance at the urn, and Their
put II i'll the silverware case.
I've got pretty nearly the whole set
now, hey, nanny" said he.
''Umph,' said the old nanny, putting at
her pipe.
The pawnbroker made out the ticket ard
handed the old Colored woman a twenty
dollar bill.
'Eon't you lose it, NANNY" said he
How is she row.
NO bettuh. praise de Lawdi' said the
OLD NANNY, and she went out.
A Very Sad Case.
Cant afford to get weepy in this Dusi-
ness" said the pawnbroker. but that's
pretty sad case, all the samee. That old
NANNY is the last remaining servant of L
fire old spinster living in Georgetown, who
used to be very wealthy, but she was
done out of all her money by real estate
sharks some years ago. She has been All
invalid for two years, ard probably won't
last much longer. I got all of the family
jewelry and hoirlooms a long while ago
and have been gathering in the plate and