The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-09-18

| you IL llHu IL ali, eNceplln the dust
you've passed over the mixers
He didn't look as If he took much
stock in this spiel of mine, but he
started to make an overhaul of his
clothes When he came to the right
hand inside pocket of his vest and
felt around there, he shoots out a
chucltle.
'"Well, I'll be danged!' he says.
1.-THE whole outfit was in that pocket,
watch, ring, pin and roll, Ysee, he be-
longed to the crafty kind o. jays that
gets a light into their skulls every
once in while when they're jugglin'
with the red eye, and, while they have
these glimmers, get next to it that
they're liable to get the worst of it as
put EN- away in some safe part of the
clothes. Then, after a rum-doze they
! forget where they've put their goods.
I've carted hundred of gezebus like that
fellows that are foxy enough, even
when they seem paralyzed, to scatter
big rolls they have on 'em around under
| the sweat bands of their dicers, and
stick 'em under their collars and even
in their shoes, ana then after a trip to
Dopeville, lose track in their heads of
where they've slowed their stuff. These
crafty boys are just the ones that hop
to the idea that they've been gone
through and make a big boiler when
they first get the notion they've been
rolled
Another thing is that most of these
mugs that hang up the biggest roar
about being touched are fellows that
have simply blown in their rolls. When
man starts out on foot in this town,
no mater how big a bunch O the green
paper he has got on him at the go-off,
he's generally bound to land in the
morning with thirty cents or there
abouts in his trousers pocket. and no
more, Unless, as I cay, he's one of the
crafty boys that puts 1t away when his
lid gets clear for a minute or two. The
man that drinks rum in this town, in
the middle of the night when he's got
more than he can handle already can
get away with about as much of the
cash as he could by stackin' up against
a brace faro game,
Say if a night-liner wanted to do
business on the phony. he'd have
chances to eat up In this town. You
know these guys that get liberal when
they stow a few drinks under their
vests? Well We're the people that
have a lot o. handling Of 'em, and we
have shows to do them out of their
eyesght if we didn't prefer to be on "A
level | had one of these give-it-all-
away chaps out a few months ago He
was a young chap from Baltimore, who
comes over here to have his whirls SOS
not to make his wife and folks at home
weepy and greved like over the time
he raises when the fits on him. Told
me about himself, in bust of high-bal
confidence Well, after I'd had this
young fellow out about three hours, he
gives rap underneath the seat and
when / jump down and look in at the
door. he says
"Bill, you're good people, and you'll
do You spit the language of my tribe.
But, say, your makeup aint right. You
look on the bum. Your front amt bios
sonny enough. That bein' the case,
Bill here, take the wad and go and
get yourself fixed up.
Then he handed me a roll that would
stuff a pln-cushion, full Of dark green
papers, hfties and the like. didn't
reach out for it, knowing the young fell
low was rummy for keeps but says l.
Better plant that away in your in
side kicks. 1t might get lost, and then
you'd be chucking cobbles at me when
you come out o. some Turkish bath
somewheres'
'"Stow nothing away says he pig
headad like. You need 1t darned sight
more'n / do and if you don't grab 1t
I'll come out there and paste you
We'll, I could see he had a pretty
good case of the land-crabs, and so ]
took the roll, just as he handed 1t to me-
and stuffed 1t into an inside pocket
without looking at it, This pleased
him right up to the limit, and he told
me to ask him for more when that was
gone. Then I druv him to a Turkish |
bath and took him in. When the guy
behind the desk asked me If he had |
any valuables outside of his watch and |
gig-lamps, / says no. and the young fell
low went on back and got boiled out. !
told the bath man that I'd call for the |
young fellow in the morning around |
o'clock The Baltimore whooper was
waiting for me when I got around |
there on time. He was as sober as |
judge un'y, of course, he had the dark |
brownies playin' around him, Ike |
man that's been up against 1t for a |
week or so.
wHully mackerel,' he says to me,
but | got the bum end Of it last night
all right. Say, where in the dickens
did ] go to blow in $1,300?'
II wanted to punish him little, and
so gives him the route, without lettin'
on that | had a nickel Of his stuff
about ne.
couldn't have got rid of a bunch as
big as that on that route he says.
ooh, we'll, / was touched. / reckon. Let
'er go
well, say, the young fellow was so
game and such a good loser that I
couldn't hold out on him no longer
and so / flashed the Wad on him then
and there, before he jumped into the
rig. Y'ought t'have seen his mush
brighten up. There was $1,260 In the
roll He sized me UP for fully minute
before he said anything.
'"We!l, if you amt a farmer says he
to me then, L never saw one Say, what
do you teach in. any,
how?'
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