Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-07-15

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himself, | suppose. differently from
Ny boy, said |, let US converse
on other matters. am not a believer
in post mortems.'
What for should | have told the lad
that he was mixed? The cut did, for
a fact, look a heap like me. but that
wasn't up to me. | was so sore on the
game, anyhow, that 1t wasn't bothering
me whether | lost my identity or not.
Eats With "Cardinaps Bemis.
THE young man was on his way
back to his Office, he said, when | got
up and strolled along Michigan avenue,
and he walked along with me. Passing
the Hotel Richelieu the young man
nodded at a little man with a white
mustache who was standing at the en-
trance. n then he turned to me and
said:
"Do you know Cardinal Bemis,
who runs the Richelieu?'
Il told him nay.
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said the young man, and the next min
ute United States Senator Ed. Wolcott,
not, was shaking hands with the little
man with the white mustache.
81 was just about to sit down to a
bite of breakfast, Senator said Car
dinal' Bemis. Won't you join me?'
sOl w,o,Id II MAJ fho+ T hotroua6
any huge anxiety in the matter. | told
him l had fbreakfasted, in fact for it
was then II noon, whereas I'd stopped
short at the 'isky sour for lack of the
er-time, but I yawned slightly and
told him hat l didn't mind.
Put him right? What for? /
thought, as /. sat down at his private
table-which his own private waiter
Immediately began to cumber with the
right things-that maybe I'd put him
right after breakfast-and maybe,
again, l wouldn't. Moreover, l figured
that l was helping Wolcott. When
Wolcott came along he wouldn't be
identified, and they'd let him alone; l
calculated it that way.
There wa a breakfast with quarts
ON the side! / told my host that the
attractiveness of his breakfast was a
stimulus to IN already partly appeased
appetite-but for all that l fancy the
little man with the white mustache
must have thought to himself that l
was a Gargantuan trencherman. They
have wine at their noon breakfasts in
Chicago. l only dawdled with a quart.
Perhaps 1t didn't reach the place where
it belonged!
Easy Terms for "Wolcott."
81 think said / to myself, at the
! conclusion of the breakfast, that l will
now laugh gayly, clap this kindly little
man with the white mustache re-
soundingly on the back, emit a little
preliminary airy persiflage, tell him
what a huge joke / have on him, and
then, with boisterous merriment, in
form him that I'm no more Senator
Ed. Wolcott than I'm Apache Kid or
the Koenig of the Solomon islands.
The thing passed right there,
however. What for? Wasn't I help
ing Wolcott? And l remembered an
occasion, too, when l hadn't got an
even break at the hands of Chicago.
No, 1 would say nothing, I concluded.
Why net Wolcott, as we'll as anybody
else? For a little brief time the tide
was being shoveled my way. 1t was
all up to the mixed ones, anyhow, and
it wasn't up to me. Why should the
| game all fall Wolcott's way, and not
mine, at that-just because he was
Molcott?
$50, unsuocessfully endeavoring to
suppress another made-to-order yawn,
l pushed my chair back, lighted a
large, black, fat smoke from the box on
the table, and, with appropriate re-
marks, passed out.
mot going to assault the tiger here,
eh?' said the little man with the white
mustache, winking slyly, as I passed
out, but / vouchsafed him no reply
other than a wise, affable shake of the
head.
"'What a laundering good time of it
this Wolcott man must have as he
journeys through life!' I thought, as l
walked along. l liked being Wolcott.
Il had my chest out real far by this
time, and as l swung along l noticed
a lot of men turning around and look
ing me over. 1t had happened about
right for me that Wolcott's picture was
in nearly every newspaper in Chicago
that morning. On top of all the other
good things of life that the Lady For
tune had bestowed upon Wolcott, how
fortunate it was for him that, in addi-
ton, he looked like me, l thought!
This think carried mel was just
strolling along, feeling about right,
even if l didn't have anything in sight
over to Clark street, where l again
met the nice, clean looking young man
of the press who had so quickly iden-
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