The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-10-15
SHORT LEGS FIXED HERE.
BUNCo MEN PLY ON THE SIDEWALK
For THE SHoP.

Uncle Ezra Pcrrlne or Town, Picked Hin FOR m
Guy and stecrcd Into the Cits' farming
oint-Escnpea However. with HIS Wooden
leE No Longer Than 1t ncali, ought to re.
He wandered along East Twcnty-third street
peering ncar-sightodly ut the buildings on either
side OF him as II searching for a sign. lii his
long " hiskers, his stumbling gait. and HIS out
of-date but neat clothing there was prcsumptivo
evidence that he came from some hamlet OF tho
wild West. Only the familiar satchcl was lack
ing to make him as fair n mark for tho bunco man
as II he had signs printed on him. In front Of
tho Cts Union headquarters he paused, casting
q calculativc eye upon the Haunting banner.
A youthful Cit happening along took him by
the arm and led him up the steps, saying:
Come right up and put your name down.
We haven't got your name yet, have wcl''
"Namei My namel My names Pcrrinc,
Ezra Perrine," said the old man,
"Step right up, Mr.. Perrine, said the young
man, "and put your name in our books. Hero,
Henry, here's another gentleman wants to reg.
lister"
rs that the way you have TO dor said the
stranger. Then l set down an wait, l s'posc.
"Of course, you understand what this MEANS
explained the youthful cit t., t ,i3 pledge your
laying down the pen. who's Lowi
The cit almost fell over.
Low, Seth Low" he cried. Our candidate
Whose candidate for whatl' demanded the
other, his lips setting in a line of obstinacy.
"You don't mean to say you're going to vote
for Van Wyck," said the youthful Cit, endeavor-
ing to interpret his captive's
Van wyckl, Never heerd Of him."
IF you're a Tracy man" began the other
wn n6o hS xmas know s1 f4 shSr' By W tho 3 'fSs af. remark;
"What in blazes are you doing here on earthl"
s s5s lr shS Gi,, losing his temper 60 back to
The old man sat down on a chair, calmly
rolled up one trousers leg and raped with his
knuckles on the shin, which gave out a wooden
That's good ASH he observed. Bring on
your carpenter or doctor or whatever you call
Look here. You're Off your base. This is a
political headquarters. not a repair shop for
why couldn't you say so at first said the
old man testify, sid Of keepip' mo here
I'm a Populist from Strublesville. 1owny, an l
don't don get no a vote here. l come here to git my
Who told you to come herel' demanded the
CIT, beginning to suspect that there was some
thing behind this.
corner said the ancient Populist. 81 just got
in town yestiddy, IN been havin' trouble with
an wasn't as long as it had ought TO be. 1
stopped into thet hotel to git q drink of ginger
beer. an got acquainted with some young, fell
lers thct paid fer my drink. They asst me how
politics was in the West country before l ever
told EN- where / come from, an from tibet / got
tcllin' EN- about my, leg an askin' where l
pairs, I says, Well says they, II your Legs
Twenty-third street an the folks therc1l fix
that for YOU they says. 'Thcyl! pull your leg
good for You they says. Say, l amt got the
wrong number, hev II"
The youthful Cit didn't attempt to explain.
He mildly directed the visitor from loway to go
an inside room where Mr.. Weynolds was sew
ing Low buttons on himself TO tell that gentle.
man OF another good thing gone wrong.