The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1900-12-14

Ah1t Jim 1SAihcI. nc STtT4tNs
"He's going to serenade her. Thinks
he can sing, the conceited puppy.
Come on. I'll fix him!"
The obedient Potts fo.,owed the an
CRY young man through the grounds
until they were only few PAGES from
Jim Barker. who was tinkling in
PREPARATORY way upon his guitar be-
fore singing. lie seemed somewhat
disturbed by the proximity of such
unwelcome company, but presently
he lifted up his voice in a sweet and
tender love song.
Now. play! Play! Work those
cymbals for all they're worth" whis-
pered the irst young man, furiously.
Potts had his pay to earn. Instantly
the big drum doomed, and the GYM
balls crashed with fearful and deaf
ening sound. There was half min
ute Of this uproar, and then start.
ling silence. Barker turned upon
Potts and his employer with pardon
able anger.
You interrupt me again in that
way, Joe Woods. and I'll put your
head through that drum" he said.
with suppressed fury.
lilo, no. What would l be doing
all that timer" sneered Woods.
Barker turned away and again
tinkled his guitar. Again he essayed
his love song. But he had hardly ut.
tered three words when, Boom!
boom. clang! crash!" went the drum
and cymbas.
Barker quietly laid his guitar on
the grass and pounced on Woods like
a catamount. There was lively and
vigorous fight. Occasionally one or
the other went down, which event
Potts duly signalized with tri-
umphant thump of his instruments.
Suddenly a shrill, quavering voice
broke upon this sanguinary scene. 1t
was the old housekeeper.
For the lands sake, boys, what
are you up to? Miss Beatrice and all
the family have gone away to Sacra-
mento for week, and it's good
thing she isn't here to see your dis
graceful carryings-on. Go away home,
now, and behave yourselves. Amt
you ashamed"
When Woods and Barker reached
the street they paused.
Say, jim" said Woods, frankly, II
didn't do just right, but l was pref
ty mad. l hired a band to serenade
Miss Beatrice and they all went back
on me except this faithful drummer
But we're both badly sold, it seems.
Let's shake"
They shook hands and parted
Woods and Potts walked up the street
together. As they were passing sa.
| loon a troop of men with brass horns
came pouring out, jovially and hilari'
ously.
Darn my skim" said a stout, husky
man, ''this is real good. I'm glad te
have met We. boys"
Woods and the leader met face te
face.
"Confound you." Numbered Woods
"what do you mean by going back OF
me in this way?"
II didn't go back on you" returned
the leader. "We went to the place
and you wasn't there"
"You never went near the place"
"Well. here's the number you gav'
me in your own handwriting: 'Blanl
ST.. COL" said the leader, producing
the crumpled bit of paper.
Woods took the paper. glanced a
Il and burst into a sarcastic laugh.
"Why. YOU moon-eyed galoot," h
said. "you had it upside down. IT.
100 Blank st. Look at i'll"
"Thunder." cried the astounde'
leader. II just glanced at the mum
Der by street lamp. And that writ
ing OF yours looks about the sam
either way"
Further recriminations were inter
rupted BY wild-eyed man who cam
rushing down the street. In his arm
he held bundle from which Their
came n lusty wall. IL was the nnfoi
tunate Wrinkle.
Hello. partner" shouted Bill Spell
"Has the kid got the colic?"
"Merciful heavens." calculated poo
Wrinkle. This is another one! 70
were not gone half an hour when tn
doorbell rang and we found this
Where's the police station--the jail
the engine house-anything."
A big policeman came hurryin
along. He had espied the feein
Wrinkle in the distance and had give
chase. The appalling facts were ~
lated TO him.
.where do you live? What's you
r,rharo- he asked
.60i," replied the shivering Winkl
"why. that's the old Foundlin
ASYLUM" said the policeman. They
lust moved into their new quarter
, and I s'pose the parties that left II
kids didn't know about the change
Loud and long was the laughter I
the crowd. for they were mellow an
ready for mirth.
"why. / guess that's what m
. basket was intended for" said Shaft
Darn my skim" roared Bill Spell
r a. he again drew out his sack OF nul
gets. This little chap shall have Il
e next largest"
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