The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1900-12-03
weary Wagples in Glover.

fETOm E[XDreSS.l
With his chair tilted back against the
wall and his feet upon the rungs, Weary
Waggles sat alone In the back room o.
his face and his hands were loosely
closed, and he seemed to be asleep But
he wasn't. On the contrary. he was en-
crossed in thought So much so that a
and seek in his whiskers without molesta-
ton. Stranger still were the thoughts
which automobiled through Weary's
He had been reading in the morning
paper furnished by the Tank for its pa
irons about the coming Thanksgiving fes-
tivttiess and he was trying TO remember
had eaten He could remember the first
one readily enough; he saw himself at
land home, and as the panorama Of years
unrolled he saw the same dear familiar
relatives by the score, seated always on
Thanksgiving days about the dear old
homestead table. Then a face was miss
nights own-and tear trtckled down
the hairy face, providing a bath for the
The advent Of a Give one" disturbed the
continuity of Weary's thoughts The
ing more than comfortable load of alco-
holic stimulants.
asked sffablv, ssHoW're YEP '''''-
Good; bully. How's yerself2" answered
None nicer. Remember me. don't ye?
"sure,S replied Weary to both queries.
although he didn't know the man from
Billy the Bouncer served the drinks. in
never drinks whisky in the morning.) The
stranger grew garrulous-
"Of course it Isl answered both Billy
But he never jumped a bridge" as
serted the man who was buying the
Nav. he never did"
He might have jumped OFF the Brook
yes, he might ha' done that" assented
s'But, of course, he didn't" declared the
stranger, paying for the third round of
drinks out of large roll of bills.
Nav, he never did, agreed his hearers:
Po'keepsie bridge
'.ATebbe .go.'' again agreed Weary. cheer
YES. | guess he jumped the Po'keepsie
bridge a right a right" commented the
Not a doubt of it, said Weary, watch
wondering where in the name of Provi-
dence the live one" blew in from.
Say, what day is this?' asked the lat
Dunno the date but It's the day before
that I don't. know where I'm goin' to get
my Thanksgiving dinner from tomorrow"
Ton do MtfaeHH sul cried the Give
eheerlly. TN fix you up. You come with
me. IL see that you get a dinner thatu
make you think of home and mother.
We've had enough Of this scent booze.
anyhow. Come along
As in a dream Weary followed him. Bill
" seemed sorry not to be invited, too.
Down Park Row, across City Hall Park
the live one led the dead ONE until
in front of the Astor House the former
hired a hanson and the fn-sorted
team were driven uptown in lively style.
Stops were made at various clothing
stores, shoe stores, gents furnishing
stores and hat stores, until the hanson
was piled high with bundles.
Then to his own home the Tive one"
led the dead one" where he was given a
good bath. a barber trimmed his hair and
whiskers, and he stood forth once more as
God intended him to be-a man
Now" said the live one,'' with me
you'll stay for one THANKSGIVING day, then
III stake you and part forever
Just then some one kicked the chair
from under Weary Waggles. and he fell
with a crash to the floor. He woke up,
still believing in his good fortune but
all he could see was Billy the Bouncer.
who had kicked the chair, standing at one
side laughing, and holding out a thigh
hat of beer, saying;
Here, drink split Chalf) of this you
living baboon- I've just worked Jim, the
bartender, for this. You've been sleeping
and dreaming there all morning"
Weary drank his share of the beer In
silence.