The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1898-10-21
EvENED UP THE SCORE.

Four young business men We're COM
pairing notes in down town lunch
room the other noon hour.
Has Dufferstone told you the last
story about his kid?" asked one Of the
others.
Dufferstone had told them all the
last story about his kid" Oh, yes
seven times So they fixed up +he plot
to break Dufferstone of the habit of
telling them the last stories about his
Kid. 1t was mean and ornery quar-
tet but DufferstOne has been avoided
a good deal of late on account of his
crop of stories about his first young
one, and perhaps he needed lesson.
When No. l met Dufferstone the next
morning on the way to office, he said
Hey, there, Dufferstone y ought TO
nave been up to my house last night.
burned if there wasn't a burglar in
our room. 1t was about 2 o'clock this
morning, and neither my wife nor my
self suspected that anything was
wrong. We were both sound asleep
and little Jinl-you know that bit Of a
tWo-year-old of mine-was the first to
wake us up. He's just learning to talk,
you know, and blamed if ne didn't let
out whoop when he heard the burg
lar fooling around the room, and yell
Panyud" (Spaniapd, you Know OF
course 1t woke us both up, and | called
out to the fellow, who was rummag
ing in the bureau drawers, and he
chased himself down the front stairs
and was out the front door like bull
let out of gun, Now what do you
think Of a two-year-old kid acting rs
a Waterman, hey, Dufferstone? Great,
wasn't it?"
Dufferstone looked a good deal bored
during the recital. That IS trait of
men who make the greatest nuisances
of themselves in relating the brilliances
Of their own young ones.
No. 2 of the mean and ornery quartet
happened into Dufferstone place of
business during the morning.
How are you, Duff said No 2
Say, I just in to tell you a corking
yarn about that little -year-oll
nephew of mine-my sisters little boy,
y'know. Greatest boy that ever was on
the map, and don't you forget it. He's a
wonder and no mistake. Well, sir,
Duff, my sister had Reggy-that's his
name, know. Reggy-my sister had
Reggy out walking on the White Lot
yesterday afternoon. They We're stroll
ing around the big fountain at the
rear OF the executive mansion, when a
StOGb lllctAs W CetiAilE q AlOIA COdl oliNa
a top hat, came toward them. Or course
my sister recognized the president ut
once. The president approached, raised
his hat to my sister, and addressed lit
tie Reggy.
Why, how dye do, little boy?"
said the president to Reggy
"Reggy grabbed his mothers hand
tightly, and, said he, looking up square
into the presidents face:
90 go way, 90 OF Kinley Mack'
"On the level, he did, Duff Now,
what do you think of that? Wasn't that
out O. sight for three year-old? Just
said, he did, 90 go way, 90 OF Kin
ley Mack By jing, l think that's inn
mense, don't you, Duff2'
No told it all over a couple more
times, poking Dufferstone in the ribs at
proper intervals as he went along.
why, I didn't know you had small
nephew" said Dufferstone, dismally.
Dickens, you didn't was the reply.
well, is that so? Why. m'boy, he's a
wonder. Let me tell you
And he pinned Dufferstone against
the wall of his Office and told him stor-
les of his imaginary nephew for fully
half an hour.
No. 2 had scarcely left Dufferstone' s.
Office before No. 3 dropped in. No. 8
was laughing all over.
We'll. Duff old man." said he, slap
ping him on the back, how're you
making out, anyhow? What am l.
laughing about? Well, I was just think
ing as / came in about funny cracA
that little three year-old niece of mine
my brothers kid, yknow-got off at
the dinner table last night. Never told
you about my little niece? Why, that's
queer / thought everybody in Wash
ington knew l had the SWEETEST and
brightest little niece that ever came
down the pike. Ha. ha, hai She certain
ly does say some of the funniest things
Well, last night we We're all
talking at the dinner table about the
Philippines. Little F'reda was sitting
on her little high-chair not saying a
word, you know, but she was just more
than taking in the talk. for all that. OF
course we don't suppose she understood
what we were talking about, but it's
mighty peculiar. for all that My bro
Their, in the course of his talk, said;
a" What kind O. Jays does Spain think
we are, to hand 'em back those islands
after fighting for EN-? Do you people
think it would be the right thing for US
to yacate the Philippines and let the
Spanish robbers take possession of EN-
again, after the job of work George
Dewey accomplished in getting a foot
hold down there?
well, sir Duff, you may not believe
It, but burned if little Freda didn't
drop her knife and fork on her plate
with a clatter and exclaim;
=" Not by a dood deal
Say, what dye think o. that? You
see, she'd heard her father and me
make use of the remark, and she slip
ped it in, not knowing that it was going
to fit, but just on general principles.
Die ever hear Of anything so pat? Not