The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1898-01-07
HIS SHARE In THE BET.
Tn THE first place, the girl was no

Tn THE first place, the girl was not
/ good-looking.
That has nothing to do with the case.
but it is just as well to establish the
fact. SO that Mr.. Iggle's impelling mo-
tive may not be misunderstood.
Mr.. Iggle, thinking upon morning
drink and noting by a glance at his
watch that it would soon be an after
noon drink If he did not hasten to take
II, entered one of those Moorish front
buffets which are so numerous in the
business part of the town and made
known his want to the obliging person
in white on the other side of the pol
ished wood. This accomplished chem
ist set to work upon the concoction and
Mr. lggle looked speculatively at his
own portrait as it was flashed back in
the reflection from the cleaning bar
AS he mused voice came into his
dreams. voice which uttered
Wont you buy War Cry?"
Mr.. lggle looked at the girl in the
bonnet and shook his head. She turned
and was about to leave the house of
drink when she caught a fleeing
glimpse of party of four men who
were sitting at little cherry table to
the rear, consuming corned beef hash
and lobster salad. They were feasting
upon the bounty of the saloon, though
every one of the well-garbed quartette
would have Indignantly repudiated the
allegation that he was a free-lunch
fend
The girl with the bonnet and the
bundle OF papers moved back toward
these men and repeated the question
winch she had put to Mr.. Iggle. But
instead OF decisively refusing to pat
ronlze her these men took another
course. One of them, dressy individu-
al with black mustache and n weird
ue' was evidently the humorist of the
purity, and at the approach of the vend-
er or Salvation Army literature he
smiled and looked about at his three
ieiiows in a way to indicate that now
was merriment, wit and delightful rep
sftee to have full swing.
don't usually entertain business
propositions outside of my Office" he
' saio' In response to the girls offer
IN conservative and don't like TO risk
'apitai without full inquiry. How does
Jour paper stand on civil service?"
The girl had no brilliant reply for
,hls' and as the other three laughed
heartily the man of the mustache saw
Nc was doing well.
DO l get a prize If buy your pa
per he inquired again. Maybe you
o"er cottage organ or suit of clothes
40 inducements to subscribers. Have
Hey?"
lhis was simply delicious. The idea
VI girl going about the town convey
ing with her such a huge and un-
"ieidy thing as cottage organ! The
'ueriy man with the gray side whis-
Ae,s grew purple with mirth, and the
h-iooklng one, whose face was all
poiched and fiabby and whose eyes
were mere slits. grinned in delight.
-, ne girl stood looking helplessly at
ne quartette. and, finally, directing
er persuasive efforts at the fourth of
"e group, middle-aged person with
snh nat, she asked her commercial
question.
~ tell you what I'll do" said the
ION OF the mustache, with sudden in
~, pt,ia'ion' sending hand like a Crap
"g ha IRON into pocket. from which
ne drew forth a half dollar .I'll give
'hls II you kick his hat off,"
iggie, who in the meantime had
onc'uded his negotiations with the
rsasn a1eman in white, stepped 10 the
.;a mad heard about half the one
~ conversation and the mustached
tha oner reached his ears as well as
.E ., The Salvation Army girl.
hoid on there, my friend . he ssid.