The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1900-02-23

What's your line of business, any.
way"' continued the other, persua-
sively.
my business" responded the west.
erner, with gentle smile, sis not
yours"
"Oh, well, you needn't be offended
just because I'm stranger" persist
ed the other, looking somewhat hurt.
What have you got against stran.
gers, anyway"
Nothing in particular" answered
the visitor. "but come from the west,
you know, and I've heard that New
York was full of bunko men and
swindlers"
"Oh. ho-ho! Ha-ha-ha! That's richl"
cried the other, slnpping Mr.. KasseI
on the back. you took me for a
bunko man! Why. live right here
In the hotel. They all know me. Ha.
ha-hai That's pretty good!"
Pretty good" assented Mr.. Kasser,
smiling at the other as IL he were hi.
bosom friend.
swell. II you're going uptown"
II amt" said Mr.. Kasser, and he
Nhikeu oulp cnuckllnK.
Upon his return he saw nothing OF
the effusive stranger, but when he
came down into the lobby the next
morning there stood the man, well
groomed and smiling.
"Ahl" said the stranger, as Mr.. Kas-
ser approached. Just DOWN. I'm
just through breakfast myself. Nice
day"
To this proposition the westeruer
agreed. Then his friend invited him
into the cafe TO show there was no III
feeling, and after some conversation
they went in together, the stranger
saying:
AFTER what you said about the bum
ko business you cant do less than
have a drink with me. Ha, ha, hal
That was good one!"
Eyes, wasn't it?" responded Mr.. Kas.
ser. "But | don't drink"
"Well, come sit down and have q
cigar" said the other, and led the
way to table where sat young man
with protruding under jaw. striped
q
and certain other evidences that he |
wasn't a minister of the Gospel. The
friendly stranger gave no intimation |
that he knew this man, but kicked |
him as he sat down. AS the man didn't |
rise up and wipe the floor with the
kicker Mr.. KAISER decided that the
pair knew more about each other than
they seemed to know. Presently all
three were engaged in conversation,
Mr.. KAISER answering all their ques-
tions about himself with a confidlng
smile and accepting gracefully his
new friends invitation to smoke 25-
cent cigar. The other two men had
drinks and the friendly man paid for
them. Then said he to Mr.. KAISER:
you don't drink anything, l see,
but guess you're out for good time,
eh?'
A slow, warm smile overspread the
westerner's placid face,
81 thought So" cried the other
"There's little game running uptown
very quietly, and l can put you next
Say, my friend" he added to the man
on the other side of the table, "do you
play cards?"
"Why, shoo-err-rr!" growled he OF
the protrusive jaw.
Come on, then; weIl all go there
and have little friendly game" said
the friendly man, blithely.
He started to rise, but felt Mr.. Kas-
ser's hand on his shoulder and saw
Mr.. Kasser's beaming smile very close
to his own face.
"Have you got pencilP" asked Mr.,
KAISER.
"Pencil? Why, certainly. What do
you w~nt of it?"
81 want you TO write your name on
his piece of paper"
what for? ] won't do It,"
The smile disappeared from the face
# Mr.. KAISER. His hand slipped along
he shoulder of the friendly stranger =
nd settled on his collar. The friendly )
tranRer hastened across the floor to