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


what would you say to givin' mo fifteen
cints for plugged twenty-five clint pieceH"
II should say, no." said the Colonel.
"of coorse you would" Donald went on
afably. II forgot you had retired from the
bankin' business on 'ansome competency.
Now. Colonel, between you and me. | don't
blame society for not huggin' every old lag
to Its buzzom. Not unless his hands was tied
leastwlse. But 1t takes big resks. II does,
when 1t snubs the childer', let me tell you.
There's somethin' in their blood that rebels
when they're ill-treated and when they
fight back, it's for keeps. Set still for
while yet, Colonel, and enjy yourself, and
I'll tell you a case in pint:
over In Lunnon, years ago, used to
work In with a likely looking Irishman we
called Sheeny Mike. He was about the top
notch Of the light fingered gentry; a bloke
that could go through crowd and not
leave an ivory button and then start the
hue and cry aginst some inherent party.
Speakin' OF buttons, Colonel, II that stud
OF yours is gould. as l think 1t is. I'll give
you bottle of lie, razor, and four pack
ages OF chewin' for it,
II don't care to SELL" said the Colonel
ut is one of set. and the Deputy was kind
enough to let me retain It,"
"Of coorse you don't" rejoined the anna
BILE Donald; land it's fine you'll look the day
you go out with the tree Of them stuck In
your bran'-new dickey. But to go on with
Sheeny Mike. He had one queer thing about
him, Colonel, he was clus- listed; that's how
he got the name. Everything he prigged was
melted down or hooked or sold through
fence. but what he did with the kline.
didn't know, except he didn't blow them
Some of the boys was cold on him. but we
kept thickern ever. It's wise to cotton to
man that's got buried swag, Colonel; some
day you may come across 1t.
We'll. one Sunday, when we was in Man
chester, he brought up the subject hisself
Donald said he, do you really want to
know why I hang on to the sinners and
don't throw them to the pigges in the mud.
like the rest OF you bloomink asses? Come
now, and I'll show you And, blast me, Col
onel, IL he didn't lead the way into a swell
church, I'D in the gallery. where we sat
with half the liveried sarvents in town
stickin' up their noses at us. as II we were
wuss than Illuminated dure mats. Say, Col
w
your bachelor quarters more invitin', I've
got Jest the ticket over in that karner.
which you kin have for two bob
Thank you" said the Colonel; but am
as comfortable as needs be under the cir
cumstances"
"Of coorse you are assented Donald
heartily; its better than you got in the
army, I'm thinkn'. All that's the ru-i-tine
that gave you the narve to take your bit
like little man. Well. for time. Colonel.
| was so impressed with the fly people, the
bang-up women. the music, the percessons,
the byes in white pettiCuts, and all that,
clean forgot why l was there. Say, but
there was diamonds there. Colonel; the hull
output OF the mines OF Goldonyer, I should
say l was Jest thinkin' how 1t would be for
sheeny Mike and me to raise the cry OF
Fire.! and then rush down stairs, and pick
them of gintly as the wimmn ran screamin
through the vestibule. when he plucked my
arm. Look there. he whispered.
There was another procession a comm
down the aisle, Colonel. First. half-dozen
frowsy old danes. with siglamps and green
walls, regular observation-disclosures; and
then, two by two, the prettiest lot OF bloom
| in young gals you ever see. My. but 1t was
| a sight to make an old man leery and a
young man crazy. Fifty boarding school
| gals, all in the full blush Of innercence.
| dressed in white. like angels with their
| wings tucked in. There's flower garden
| for you, Sheeny.' l said; 'exceptin the
withered vegetables in front; and then !
stopped; for there was look In his face
| had never seed there before. a sort OF soft
tremblin' as If he wanted to cry and didn't
| quite know how. See that young gal in the
| fourth row, Donald says he, the one with
the pale face and the big black eyes? That's
my darter.'
| well. II Sheeny Mike had said that the
| rector was his mother. couldn't have been
] more taken OF my feet. 1t was good
thing / was a settin', Colonel, rally 1t was
| or all the bang-up ones that gal was the
bang est. Tall and slight like poplar
with beauteous features, and the complexion
| of a pearl you'd swear that queen had
been her wet-nuss. Proud? l never seed
such a naughty kerridge. Thinks to me
self, thinks /, young woman, II you knowc
what know, you'd be dom the double bach
flip flap over the pews in amazement.' Anc
sheeny Mike. as he had looked moment
before. speakin' Of likenesses. Colonel. how
would you like to buy an elegant album FOL
the photographs of your loved ones?'
81 have no occasion to make any sucl
purchase" replied the Colonel.
"Of coorse not" said Donald, rubbing hi
hands gleefully; "a gntlemen like YOU
would have minatoors on hivory, no doubt
Well Sheeny Mike gave me another nudge
Come on he said let's dust. don't wan
her to see me in any sech company so W
stumbled over the footmen's calves, an
got by their glances OF arrogance withou
freezin', and so out into the street. an
back to the inn. ANY such company
repeated. IN have you know, Mike, an
your darter, too, that I'm just as fly han
at the business as you are seven days l
the week Hush. he said, entreatin' Ike
She doesn't know. She thinks I'm furri