St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1901-06-08

Barrett's whisper. Then ne feapel
down the stairs.
"Tve got Il! he whispered to thu
come-on. Run upstairs now to Bar
rett, and I'll be back in a few minute,
with the dough-
with an exulting look the gooi
thing went upstairs, while Fellow.
took of down the street to the pool
room. The Iowa man seemed to b.
In such a maze over the prospects
that he apparently forgot to inquire
OF Barrett which horse had won, and
anyhow, Barrett talked such a stream
that the come-on had no chance te
get in word. They shook hands and
had a drink, and about ten minute.
later Fellows came bounding in with
q triumphant expression on his face
"'It 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. is it? And whs'd ha'
thought that that bum FLY Tsnder.
ness would have beat Sebastiar> and
Sebastian at four to five? I wouldn't
have played Tenderness in q bundled
years. This is the only way to beat
'em. 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
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 us1
Dye think we're good enough
swell. yes drawled the phony
countryman, as he stuffed the 5000 in
his vest pocket. You're the yappiest
pair of tin horns that ever worked in
a paper box factory
''The imitation countryman, 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 gun about foot
long, which their transformed come.
on vas 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 a
half-mile track. I'd like to meet a
couple like you three times a day.
was laying for you. and I got you.
If Undressing Barrett, whom he
fixed with his pale gray eyes-'will
take look at that hundred handed
you, you'll observe that it's as COM
mon a piece of bogus rag as was ever
turned out Of a fiber works. It's q
kind o. queer that I wouldn't try to
pass on blind melodeon player on a
dark street. I could make better with
a carpener's pencil and a piece o.
blotting paper
Barrett had reached into his
pocket and pulled out the bill that
the man who had him under the gun
had given him, and was staring at it
gloomily.
"sI'm six hundred to the right
continued the tall, lanky man, and
that'n get me shave and shine.
The next time you think you've nailed
a mark, take the trouble to pipe off
the color of his dough, and you won't
get switched to a siding. That'l be
ALL
"The tall, lanky man, who hap
pened to be Jerry Rathbone, who'd
made his mark on two continents as
! queer-shover, backed out Of the
loor after removing the key, locked
the door when he got outside, and
Barrett and Fellows sat and stared
It each other while they listened to
MS retreating footballs die away on
he stairs. It took them half an hour
% kick the door down.
TT broke the old man. heart said
Fellows, who told me the story while |
:. was taking him on a little journey
! year later. 1T cut him deep for a |
act. 1t wasn't the coping out of his
tx hundred that scared him to the
zone, but it was the way it was done.
lie got SOS he'd talk to himself about
t while he was awake and in bed
led humble in his sleep about it. It
vas that turning off that made the
'oor old guy pull for the slope."-N.
Z. Sun.