The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-08-13

why II Is they call me Sheenyi but never
you peach word Of II, man, or I'd drive
knife through your black heart speakin'
OF knives. Colonel, here's broken handled
one, but pure Brummagem, as you kin see
for yourself that I'll let you have, seen'
it's for you, for two and six Come, now,
wadder you say"
THE one that have is all that require"
replied the Colonel
"of coorse 1t is" said Donald, with an
air OF supreme satisfaction. There's no
thin like a good old friend, especially II you
ever have to open 1t in your pocket. Well.
Colonel. l appased Mike quickly enough by
sayin' fust that had no consarn to turn me-
self into a pincushion on his account, and
secondly. I'd go considerably out Of my way
to keep from harm so pritty young cretur'.
And meant 1t, too, Colonel: II had the dis
pinsing power this earth would be Eden;
but what's the use OF dreamin'; It's a scram
BILE, that's what II Is, and the man that tries
to keep his hands clean, keeps them Imply,
also.
We'll. Colonel Mike softened at onct. 4
know'd you would be square, Donald said
he; you're the only man Of the push I'd hev'
told but you've got imagination, and sintl-
mental idees. that's what you hev'. 1t is
regular flower garden. isn't It,, he went on;
for all the old sorrel-tops in the lead, and
my gal Is the sweetest OF the lot. They don't
let them wear d. monds, Donald, but did you
mind the fineness Of that white stuff she's
wearin and the rale old lace on It? She
thinks I'm in the South American trade,
and so do they all. a bonny-fde marchant
prince. I've had her down to Bournemouth
tinent. and blong to a club there and have
a pew in church. I'll marry her, Donald. to
swell One Of them frosty faces told me
that already there's a curate a maxim eyes al
her. that one with his vice in his boots.
and In the white gownd; and therell be
fifty thousand pund for them to 60 a house
keepin' with. and that's what it means to
be called Sheeny Mike
We'll Colonel, 1t was the next summer,
and biz was slack and I was down In the
mouth. One day a newspaper reporter
whom I knew and who, wuss luck, knowd
me, met me. and said. says he, Donald.
what kind Of graft IL Sheeny Mike workin'
down at Bournemouth. amy way, moving
a darter?' I don't know what y'are talkn'
about I answered as inherent as you
please. There's a twinty- pund note In It
for you,' he contnooed. and I'll PROTECT you
when write 1t up, takin' all the risponsi-
bility on meself. sayin' + COPIED 1t by acct
dent, as did. you know. EXCEPT few tri-
fling details. l was hard up, you see.
Colonel"
You surely didn't betray your friend?"
exclaimed the Mortified Colonel.
well, betray is hardly the word for It.:
but II you had chance to trade a few tri-
fling details for a twintypund note. you
wouldn't be so saft as to let 1t go by, now
would you? And speakin OF trading, Col
onel, I'll give you floor books for thin
| suspinders."
Under no consideration" said the Col
! onel CURLY.
"Of course not" rejoined Donald. with a
grateful grin; thin braces is probly your
| own importation. Well, to g'wan with me
story. That fall. Colonel. the Manchester
Ddily Press, rather fash sheet given to
sinsations, came out with the hull orribie
| tale; the life and career OF sheeny Mike
| and his impostures on society; detailed
account OF the boardtn' school, and no"
| poplar his darter was with the highest
| toned Of the gals, a pictur OF the young
| curate and OF his Teddy mother. and the
yiews of sivcral Of the leadin' citizens on
the scandal; all worked up to the queen
taste as If the reporter had been pipin the
law for mont's, with nobody to thank but
his own hinginuity.
| ct NAV as we'll tell you at onct, Colonei
| how the best people in Manchester tr aztec
| this poor little eve lamb. The old sore"
| at the head Of the school med Vileht at
tack on her in the chapel, and STINT her t'
| hor rom, TO pack UP her buds; with twinty
| ,oor hours grace before bag and baggage
obs was nut out on the sidewalk. Many
| tho people sint for their darters at ohe'
Loaf they should be contaminated ana ln'
curate's mother wrote letter all h''e'
Nth abuse TO which he added line sayih
"a how he was a goin' to pray tor her'
..u vou Colonel whoever IT was cai'e'
s.aritv n stay-to- hum. know'd what he wa
a talkin' about
.Ma ord sbeeny Mike was In Lunnun whe
,,o co,astrophe occurred, and he was at fus
.,'us ~ 90 down and clean out the hul
| town never SuSpectln Soionei' "'
trieine details to which you seemed TO TAX
exctptions. But the more he taikeo an
,houvht the more cam he growed' liner
are good folks he said; and they love III
darter. Surely in her distress anu erie
they'll love her more. Perhaps some
them will adopt her. III agree to turn owe
the sock at onct. and never see her agin' Una
will IN wait, Donald. until they WITT
and tell me the Dist coorse they've decide
for the child; but. oh, man, 1t Will De mar
n mart with her forever
1--WE we're a settin' alone In the tap-roo'
Of A quiet tint where we hung up. with II
snerrits between us. Mike laid his arms
the table and his head on his arms, as II .
had lest pleaded guilty, and ! was turhil
of some consolin words in me mind "he
the dure opened, and in walked MS carte
with her cheeks gaskly pale. and her I"
ewes shinin' and snappin' like Guy Fa"ke
, day. I've come to my own people she salC
and her vice rang out as proud ana as cie'
as a Life Guards trumpet; and blast IN
l Colonel, II she didn't slip open reddercu
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