The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1901-09-30
he SEES The FINISH
BALDY sOURS GOES OUT TO GAR
DENs FOR CLOSING.
MAKES GREAT HIT WITH A LADY
This Morning, However, He Finds
That His Assets Consist of
Chronic Thirst and
Headache.

When Mr.. Badly SourS walked into the
barroom at the Butte this morning ne
wore a suit of clothes that might have
been patterned from a checker-board,
necktie with tone enough for ship
trumpet and a shirt that was suggestive
of a starched American flag. After me
had made some remarks about the
weather and feeling rocky" the bar
tender gave him a drink out of the putt
back" bottle Then Badly became volu-
BILE and related his experiences incident
to the closing of the Gardens.
Dose Gardens is all right" volunr
teered Badly, as he lifted one foot to the
bar rail. II goes out las night for le
closin' of de city's summer breathin' spot
and comes near bein closed out myself
I meets a frien' long in de afternoon yes-
terday, an he says he is goin' to make
sprint fer de Gardens in de evenin'
and asks me to get gait wild him. Sun
down finds us hustlin' round 'mong de
posies, an we gets bunch O. blossoms
fer our listers, JUS like de Charlie boys
wears. De season bein' late, nobody tries
to interfere wild our framin UP get
away wild de blooms an we strols into
de dance hall. decked out to beat four of
kind. I makes slide Tor de door pr
de room where dey are slippin' dere feet
over de floor, and when finds dat dey
don't get to me fer gate money 1 tink
I've struck pud. l makes a glide over
de waxed boards, and from de mint I
begins movin' knows Eve got de ladies
faded. L calls de floor man who pears
to be runnin' de game and asks him fer
a knock down to a tall party who is
Wearn' trimmin's dat takes my eye. De
lady seems to take likin' to my shape
and we make spiel wild de music dat is
handed us by de professor up on de high
platform. My lady is one OF de bes
Whirlers on de planks, an before I've
been round de circle tree times wild her
she has me goin'. l wants no knowledge
of odders present, and when de las waltz
of de night and de season is ben' let
loose by de guys in de gallery I'm still
Wild my first love of de evening. /
s"I asks her to ride de motor to de city
wild me. and we are off at Main an
Broadway in few minits, ali I am look
in fer hash house. De lad. has toll
me she is hungry We goes into feed4
in place an sits down at table where
a list of de lunch is laid out in French
type I waves to de waiter an sets my
finger down on tree lines on de card, not
carin' to give him de office dat couldn't
read it. When de hash comes in I eat
nothin' but soup De lady has made out
to pull a four-dollar supper out of the
Paris print, and I'm beginnn' to feel dat
I'm playin' low hand. I tells her I'm
in delicate and don't take a chance On
solid feed. She smiles an makes a good
shown in de way she gets an de outside
of dat fancy cookin'. I gets uneasy an
wants to make good wild her. so I just
suggests dat she looks we'll wild her Sun
day hair and fresh set O. grinders.
"Say, you should seen de way she came
out of de chair when I makes de spiel.
I fought she was goin to present me
wild de table crockery, one, piece at l.
time. ] makes feint as If I was dodg-
in plates and cups, an asks her wat I
can do to square meself. She cools down
few degrees and says somethin' bout
wine. 1 sees my way back to her favor
an taps de bell for de boy. In less den
six minits we are sittin' near some OF
dat white cider dat cosas We five a trow.
De lady warns up pretty fas' under de
spell of de grape and we are soon be-
comm confidential. She tells me de story
of her life, and says she is alone in dis
wicked city. I orders anodder jar of d.
liquid and dere is more said bout d.
lonesome lot o. Maggie cross de clot'
from me. I am promisin' to be a brudder
to her. and as I calls her sister sees
tears in her eyes. She has me goin' all
right, an reaches fer my own wipe an
jams it into my lamps. Maggie tells me
dat I'm de only frien' she has in dis world
and shows me pictur' Of her little brud-
der which she has in locket
'Ye may talk bout man goin' daft
an all dat sort Of ting. but I tells -
dat girl owned me las night. I settles
fer de wine an den hans piece o. silver
to a cabbie an gets him to cart Maggie
home. OF course I goes wild her an
promises to date her fer de barkeeps
ball. It was all very sad las night Wen
I parts from her, but dis mornin' finds
dat I've let loose Of all my coin and I'm
beginnin' to t'ink dat de closin' Of de
Gardens made lobster Of me. I've fer
got where Maggie lives an josef to her
game now. She was my sister only
vile de wine held out I has a check up
on wat has left dis mornin' an finds
I am creditor to de extent Of a chronic
thirst an headache. am goin' pretty
we'll on line Of conversation tho. MI.
Bartender. can have . little o dc
same?'