The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1901-05-17

Earrctt's whisper. Then he ieaped
down the stairs.
"'T'ye got Il. ne whispered 20 he
come-on. Run upstairs now 20 Bar.
retf. and I'll be back in a few minutes
with the dough-
"Vyith an cxulting look the good
thing were upstairs. while Fellows
took off down the street 10 the pool
room. Tie Iowa man seemed 10 bo
In such a maze over the prospects
that he apparently forgot to inquire
Of Barrett which horse had won. and.
anyhow. Barrett talked such n stream
that the come-on had no chance To
get in a word. They shook hands and
had a drink. and about ten minutes
later Fellows came bounding in with
a triumphant expression on his face.
ut is like getting money from
your bank president pa" he *
claimed. throwing two fye-hundred
and two ont-hundred bills in a roll
on the table. is il? And who'd ha'
thought that that bum FLY Tender
ness would have beat Sebastian. and
Sebastian at four 10 five? ! wouldn't
have played Tenderness in a hundred
years. This is the only way TO beat
EN- I got five TO one for the 5000.
and you two cop out $500 each the
first rattle out of the box
The Iowa mans countenance wore
a broad grin as Barrett handed him
one of the five-hundred and one OF
the Observation-Disclosures bills. remark
ing:
".Well. what dye think of us7
Dye think we're good ~enough?'
"'Well. yes drawled the phony
countryman. as he stu fled the 5000 in
his vest pocket. You're the yappiest
pair of tin horns that ever worked in
a paper box factory
1.-The imitation counfryman. as he
spoke. suddenly leaped back about
five feet. so that his shoulders
touched the door, and the amazed
and Disguised Barrett and Fellows.
with gaping mouths. observed that
they were under a gun about a foot
long. which their transformed come
on was gently waving in his right
hand.
You're the bnlliest pair of bum
selling platers that ever kicked the
mud in each Others muzzles on a
half-mile track. Id like to meet n
couple like you three times n day. l
was laying for you. and l got you-
If you'-addressing Barrett, whom he
fixed with his pale gray eyes-will
taI-. , Ill - 81. l,-l~l ~~l-l
you, you'll observe that it's as COM
mon a piece of bogus rag as was ever
turned out Of n fiber works. It's n
kind o. queer that / wouldn't try 10
pass on a blind melodeon player on "A
dark street. ! could make better with
a c~arpener'I pencil and a piece o.
blotting paper
Barrett had cached into his
pocket and pulled out the bill that
the man who had him under the gun
had given him. and was staring at 1t
goomily.
".Im six hundred 20 the righ..'
continued the tall. lanky man. and
that'l get me n shave and a shine.
The next time You think you've nailed
a mark. take the trouble TO pipe OF
the color of his dough. and you won't
get switched TO a siding. ThatIl be
ALL
1.-The tall. lanky man. who hap
pencd to be Jerry Rathbone- who'd
made his mark on two continents as
a queer-shoyer. backed out Of the
door after removing the key. locked
the door when he got outside, and
Barrett and Fellows sat and stared
at each other while they listened 10
his retreating footballs die away on
the stairs. 1t took them half an hour
to kick the door down
1T broke the old man heart said
Fellows. who told me the story while
was taking him on "A little journey
a year later. 1t cut him deep for a
fact II wasn't the coping NJ Of his
six hundred that scared him 20 the
bone. but it was the way IL was DONE
He got SOS he'd talk TO himself about
il while he was awake and in bed
he'd humble in his sleep about it. IL
was that turning of that made the
poor old guy pull for the slope."-N.
Y. Sun.