The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1901-01-07

| HOW ia EDe kblIteE oA Ieetu IL hht
4 Debt Was Transformed Into u Small
Fortune-Being the story of Neck.
amd-NecA Race with the Door.
Haunting Wolf
yes" said the bookmaker's sheet
D writer, who is waiting for the spring
, meeting at Aqueduct to begin, II sure
am resting just now; but l don't know;
, 1 guess I'll be able to give 'em an ar
gument for Christmas oats, and can
dy cane sticking out of the Santa
, Claus sock besides" whereupon the
resting sheetwriter paid for the drinks
for the crowd around the table from a
roll of the brown ones that he was only
able to pull out of his right-hand trous-
ers pocket by STOPPING over. The 9TH
ers at the table, at sight Of the bundle,
simulated sudden attacks of heart dis
ease, vertigo and other prostrating
seizures. The sheetwriter with the
wealth stopped over and returned the
rubber banded wad to his right-hand
trousers pocket, beamed cheerfully
upon the open-eyed party of five around
llIe tdDle, III a. lltSLl tlSctl anu NtilL Olis
"A couple o. weeks ago, when I got
back from Bennings with the old man,
it looked like a case o. hustle for win
ter job as a sweepout for mine. The
Washington gang Of pickers-and they
weren't such pickers at that, this year
chased the old man off the block In
side of week, and when he turned his
slate they had his six thousand dollar
roll in their pajams You people may
have heard that out of the forty and
odd layers who went ON the stools at
the opening of this last Bennings meet
ing only fourteen stayed the route, and
these were staggering and all out at the
finish. When the old mans satchel was
cleaned out that let me out of work, of
course, and the little two hundred dol
lars that I went down to Washington
with, intending to bloat the same into
a leathery trust, was by that time
sungged away in the kicks of the gov
eminent clerks short clothes; and had
all I could do to spade out enough TO
buy a ticket back to New York. When
you're playing second and third
choices and the long ones against
game that totalled up about sixty per
cent. of favorites, like that Bennings
meeting did, you're due to fall off and
break yourself into a picture no artist
can paint, which was me, lifesize.
New York is such a nice little old
place to come back to when you've
bowed a tendon and there's nothing
doing-with the copper on, For cou-
pie o. days coffee and sinker dough
looked as big as the figurehead OF a
ship to me. / did the hustle around the
rooms to see if couldn't nail some
pencil work, but 1t was nix all along the
line crews all filled up and the clammy
digits everywhere i didn't want to
send this three stoner that I'm wearing
up the caves, feeling that it ought to
stick as part of the front, but my No
2 benny went in for bum seven-spot.
On the day that I put my overcoat In
I met a duck on Forty-second street
that's been owing me thirty dollars
since last August--not thirty dollars in
milk tickets or rain checks, but sure
enough money; he handed me the hurry
touch for it at the track one afternoon.
When l met him | held out my hand
and let out a slight cough. He didn't
show that he was wise to my panto-
mime however, and so I mildly re-
quested him to produce. He was dked
out in all the glad ribbons fit to wear,
and a rock in his puff tie at that, but
he hold me he didn't have the thirty
dollars on him, but said he'd meet me
that night on a Broadway corner and |
pass 1t out to me. / was on the corner |
on time, but the tin horn with my thir- |
ty bucks wasn't. He didn't turn up at |
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and when faded away I had my mind |
made up to tap him one on the crust |
for luck the minute | saw him. | ran |
into him on the next night, when | only |
had four dollars left out of the seven
that I'd got on my understudy blanket.
He tried to thread the crowd when he
saw me, but ] got to him and said a
few words of war medicine, whereupon
he began to snap steel chains with his
chest. There was only one thing to do.
I'm left-handed, and I gave him that
one right on the chin dimple. Then the
seven-foot biddy on the clrner gave me
the arm-clutch, and 1t was a pinch for |
mine. The dub that owed me the thir-
ty went along to the Thirtieth street re-
frigerator and preferred q complaint
against me, and had real nice night
of it on plank, listening to lady in
the female tier weep and yell because
she found it hard to pull her jaw teeth
with her fingers.
"They drilled me down to the Market
the next morning, and kept me in the
gilded cage until about one O'Clock be-
fore my number was drawn. The
welcher that I'd smashed didn't show
up, and so / was smissed, after being
sCoWled at heap by the man viii helps
to keep up the population of the Island.
1T was about two o'clock when I
was passed out into the damp air and I
l was so sore on things that the dozen {
II so that / hurled in before getting to !
my room didn't even make my fingers {
Jingle. There was a special delivery u
letter for me on my bureau. 1t was a
pretty bum scrawl, written by trainer
who had couple of old ones down at | e
I'd given him a lift on two
or three little occasions, and he was
getting back at me by passing me on
this little word about one that he
thought looked good, and that was In
that day. The good one was a two
year-old named The Rogue, to run in
the fifth The old chap wrote that
nothing but the whooping cough or the
knee could beat the colt =
and advised me to hold few little girls