St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1901-08-10

was tired Of beirg bothered by him
an mebbe it 'ud do him good to hav,
a few hot ones handed tohim.
{ right, Mag, says you go Of
down to de corner Of Halstead an
Madison at eight dis evenin an dere'l
4 be plenty doin''
I was wise dat de big guy was mar.
l'ried an dat if it got in de papers dat
he was out mashin girls on de street
his wife 'ud quit him an he'd lose de
good job he had as de Chicago man
! ager of a New York company.
so I goes back over to de dub's
office an I tells him Mag.is stuck on
his mustash an she'll be dereat eight.
Dat she's been noticln' him long
time an wonderin' why he didn't git
his nerve up an speak to her. An de
dub, he grins and hands me tree bucks
an says I'm wise kid. Den Itouches
him up fer two more bones, maxim it
five, because I knowed dat 'nd be de
las ehanceTd have TO gita piece of his
money. An, he coughs up, cause he's
SO stuck on himself after what / says
Mag says about him an his mustash.
SO den | takes de coin an screws
back to de offs an puts 327 wise. An
we goes over an hunts Terry Owens.
It's like dis, Terry says 327.
I'm her brudder an it's up to me to
hand dat fat slob few hot punches.
You can come along, Terry he says,
an if | can't give de guy all dat's
comm to him you kin help me out
sFll be dere, says Terry, if lose
my star fer it, he says, an when we
all git Trough dat guy'll have to be
INTRODUCED to de loved ones at home.
4 expect de lute'll break me fer beatin'
him up, anyhow, he says, but Pm not
carin an I'll do my best fer to make
de guy sorry heever batted a eye at my
Mag
& don't want to see Terry lose his
star, 50 I goes over an puts Terry lutte
wise to what's doin' an de lutte laughs
an says: You tell Terry dat it's con-
trary to de rules an regulations fer a
policeman to beat up nybody, an dat
i he gifts a good openin' I Wisht he'd
swat de masher extry belt ferme.'
when eight o'clock comes Mag
comes sailin' down de streetan de big
guy he's standin' at de corner, wild me
an 3s77 an Terry, in citizens clothes,
Waitin' inside de doorway, where he
can't see us. Hesteps up an speaksto
Mag, an jes' den Terry taps him on
De back an says: Go on home, Mag. /
Wen attend to dis guy Terry has
revolver an he pokes it up under de
masher's black mustash am says:
Come here. We want to see you a
minute
I'VE leads de guy up de alley to
Hogan barn and takeshim in dere.
!" Take off yer silk hat, says Terry,
am your Prinee-de-Albert coat an
Vest, he says, AN put yere hands to-
yedder,' he says, ill put de brace
cts on you. I'm a policeman, he |
;ays, AN my number 81, 1872, he says, |
if you want to know, an I'm engaged
Q de young lady you've been gettin'
ray wild. An dis young man here
le says, introducin' 3s7, is her brud-
Ter.
. And I'm de kid you sent over wid
e mash note | says, AM I KEEP dat
tote an we got two or tree newspa-
Ter reporters waitin fer to write a
'iece about you in de peppers, / says.
'sAs Mag's brudder, says s27, III
and You few Wld dis horseWhip, he
ays, an when ! gifts tired Terry'lI git
usy,' he says. IF you should YELL
le says, i42M put dis corn cob in
our mout',' he says, am dere's no
ellin, but Terry's gun might go off.
what we did to dat guy was good
n strong an plenty. He stood de
at all right an never let out a peep.
len we turned him loose. An ies
efore he goes I says to him.
wish I'd struck you fer ten
ones fer maxim dis date fer you, i
iys. If it learns yon to be careful
bout what daisies you try to git gay
i'd it would be wort twice dat money
you. Chicago Tribune.
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