The Worthington advance., 1900-12-14

Barker turned s away and again
tinkled his guitar. Again hes esaayed
his love song. Hut he had hardly ut-
tered three words when, sBoomt
boom! clang! crash g went the drum
and cymbals. ,ss sss5.
Barker quietly laid his guitar on
the grass and. pounced on Woods like
. catamount. There was q lively and
vigorous fight. occasionally one Or
the other went down, which event
Potts duly signalixed with tri-
3umphant fthnmp Of his instruments.
Suddenly q shrill, quavering voice
broke upon this sanguinary scene. It
was the old housekeeper. B. .s5sss !.
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 q good
thing she isn't here to see your dis
graceful carryings-on. Go away home,
now, and behave yourselves: Amt
you ashamed" .s u ,ssss#* =zs* .... sz
HI When Woods and Barker reached
the street they paused. "a
"Say, Jim,' said Woods, frankly, ST
didn't do just right, but I was pref
ty mad. II hired q band to serenade
Miss Beatrice and they all went back
on me except this faithful! a--.,Srnn'er.
But we're both badly sold, 1t seems.
Let's shake" il s=% z i.
They shook hands and parted.
Woods and Potts walked up the street
together. s:they were passing sa-
loon troop of<men with brass horns
came pouring out, jovially and hilari-
ously. ..5s - 5SE Z.
''Darn my skin!" said stout, husky
man, "this is real good. I'm glad to
have met ye. boys"
Woods and the leader met face to
face. .-~ -
r "Confound you'll" thundered Woods,
what do you mean by going back on
me in this way?" f
81 didn't go back on you," returned
the leader. eve went to the place
and you wasn't there" 7~
"You never went near the placc."
"Well, here's the number you gave
me in your own handwriting: Blank
st., 601,'" said the leader, producing
the crumpled bit of paper.
Woods took the paper, glanced at
it and burst into sarcastic laugh.
"Why, you moon-eyed galoot," he
said. "you had it upside down. It's
'109 Blank st.. Look at it,"
"Thunder!" cried the astounded
leader. II just glanced at the num-
ber by a street lamp. And that writ
ing of yours looks about the same
either way" .-.. =; !
Further recriminations were. inter-
rupted by wild-eyed man who came
rushing down the street. In his arms
he held a bundle. from which there
came a lusty wall. It was the unfor-
tunate Wrinkle. .> .
"Hello, partner!" shouted Bill spelt.
'Has the kid. got the colic?"
''Mercifu1 heavens!" calculated poor
Wrinkle. "This is another one! You
were not gone half an hour when the
doorbell rang and we found this!
Where's the police station-the jail
the engine house-anything!"
A big policeman came hurrying
along. He had espied the fleeing.
Wrinkle in the distance and had given
chase. The appalling facts were re-
lated to him.
where do you live? What's your
number?" he asked. !
"601," replied the, shivering Winkle.
"Why, that's the old Founding
asylum said the policeman. 1They've
just moved into their new quarters,
and I s'pose the parties that left the
kids didn't know about the change"
Loud and long was the laughter Of
the crowd, for they were mellow and
ready for mirth.
"Why, I guess that's what my
basket was intended for" said 'Shafto.
"Darn my skim" roared Bill Spelt,
as he again drew out his sack of mug
gets. "This little chap shall have the
next largest"
The next day the babies, the mug
gets and the big basket of delicacies
were transferred to the new Found
ling asylum, and Mr.. and Mrs. Winkle
moved.-Boston Globe.