The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1901-06-13

shing went upstairs, W., Fellows
look off down the street 10 the pool
room. The Iowa man seemed to bo
in such maze over the prospects
that he apparently forgot to inquire
Of Barrett which horse had won, and,
anyhow, Barrett talked such stream
that the come-on had no chance to
get in a word. They shook hands and
had drink, and about ten minutes
later Fellows came bounding in with
= triumphant expression on his face.
| ut is like getting money from
your bank president PAL he ex-
claimed, throwing two five-hundred
and two one-hundred bills in a roll
on the table. rs it? And whe'd ha'
thought that that bum FLY Tender.
hess would have beat Sebastian, and
Sebastian at four to FIVE? l wouldn't
have played Tenderness in a hundred
years. This is the only way to beat
EN-. got five to one for the 5000.
and you two cop out $500 each the
6rst rattle out Of the box
"The Iowa mans countenance wore
broad grin as Barrett handed him
one Of the five-hundred and one of
the one-hundred-dollar bills, remark
ing:
: "'Well, what dye think of us?
'D'ye think we're good enough?'
"'Well, yes drawled the pbony
countryman, as he stuffed the 5000 in
his vest pocket. You're the yappiest
pair of tin horns that ever worked in
paper box factory
"The imitation countryman, as he
spoke, suddenly leaped back about
1--WE feet, SO that his shoulders
touched the door, and the amazed
and disgusted Barrett and Fellows,
with gaping mouths, observed that
they were under gun about foot
long, which their transformed come
on was gently waving in his right
hand.
"'You're the bulliest pair of bum
selling platers that ever kicked the
mud in each others muzzles on o
half-mile track. I'd like to meet
couple like you three times a day. I
was laying for you, and I got you.
II you'-addressing Barrett, whom he
fixed with his pale gray eyes-'will
take a look at that hundred handed
you, you'll observe that it's as COM
mon q piece of bogus rag as was ever
turned out Of a fiber works. It's
kind o. queer that wouldn't try to
pass on blind melodeon player on .
dark street. could make better with
carpener's pencil and . piece o.
blotting paper t''.. '.''
Barrett had reached into his
pocket and pulled out the hA that
the man who had him under the gun
had given him, and was staring Ut It
gloomily. .v. .a l'pG l..tr
"'rm six hundred to the right
continued the tall, lanky man. and
thatlf get me + shave and = shine.
The next time you think you'ye nailed
q mark, take tho trouble 70 pipe OF
the color Of his dough. and you won't
get switched 10 . hiding. Thatu BE-
ALL N .,~. ,ro ..s II.
"The tall, lanlsy man, who hap
pened to be Jerry Rathbone, who'd
made his mark on two continents a.
Q queer-shover, 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 to
his Yetreating footballs die away on
the stairs. 1t took them half an hour
to kick the door down.
at broke the old man. heart said
Fellows, who told me the story while
was taking him on q little journey
q year later. 1t cut him deep for q
fact. 1t wasn't the coping out Of his
six hundred that scared him to the
bone, but it was the way it 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 II. It
was that turning of that made the
poor old guy pull for the slope."-N.
Y. Sun.