Evening star., 1898-08-27


counter. picked up the busnal Gaskct fill
ed up with old-vintaged eggs and turned
the basket upside down on the ground.
The noise of cracking shells was mighty,
and the succeeding aroma was mighiier,
but the game was suspended for that day.
A Rip-Roaring staff.
Another effervescent young New Yorker,
VINO had temporary staff, fer rip-roaring
purposes only, of the man-o'-war's men
following in his wake, corralled Rough
Rider on one of the Coney piers to COM
plete his party. Then he led the bunch
around, showing them the whole thing.
They came to one of the stalls where you
pitch rings at canes and get the canes you
encircle with the rings. The most unsober
an among the buejackets a huge
seaman. with dancing. girl tattooel On
the back of his hairy right hand. Now
quoits is a game that is played in the
United States navy when the ships lie in
smooth ports. The huge seaman picked up
handful of the rings, and began throw
ing them with discriminating eye. He
picked out the good caLes-the canes with
the big handles, difficult to encirce He'd
probably have been winning canes yet If
the supply had held out and the boss of
the cane game hadn't stopped him after
he had acquired twelve of them-the pick
of the lot.
DE games closed" said the boss of the
dozen of his best ones; try de stan fur
der down. l amt runnin' no Spanish
feet"
Each carrying a couple of canes. the
party next halted at a shooting gallery.
The Rough Rider-he didn't seem so very
unsteady on his legs-got hold of the first
gun. 1t was a magazine shooting gallery
rifle, and away under the weight Of the
rifle the trocper-an Oklahoma man-was
accustomed to. He picked it UP ginger}y,
hefted it and said with a grin:
Say, If any feller was to shoot me with
this thing, and I'd find it out, I'd slap him
on the wrist"
Then he started to shoot He just de-
scribed half circle with the muzzle of
the rifle and the bells rang out like young
chimes The magazine was charged again,
and the Rough Rider, steadyng himself or
his feet, popped away at the dancing glass
balls, rising and falling on jets of water.
He put them all out of sight in twinkliEg.
Say said the shooting gallery man,
passing over both of his boxes of cigars
here's all de smokes l got. Take 'am an
gWan. VIVA cha want put me out O.
business ?''
A parry of the tars from the Oregon We're
being conveyed down the Coney Bowery
late on Thursday night by a vociferous
bcokmaker and gang of his commits
ped to listen to barker in front of an
oriental palace of delight" Ranged
alorgside the barker were half a dozen
women in the gaudy makeup familiar to
these who remember the Chicago midway.
They were all supposed to be Fatimans
direct from Syria. A squat fireman from
the Oregon happened to get weiged in lis
crowd directly beneath one of the Fati-
mahs. She reached down, calmly picked
his cap from his head and appropriated the
Oregon cap ribbon.
What d'you care. Jack?" said she, in
the patois of Fatimahs of Cherry Hill.
''LCok at tn fun you're havin'. l need this
in me bizness, anylow, alretty. seer" Then
she restored the ribbonless cap to Jacks
head.
Say. I'm goin' back to me Ship said
the tar; and he may be-onIy may be
aboard by this time.