The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-07-19
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the very last thing said to you, Josiah
"'No. by the goat -skin Gauntlets OF Go
hath. don't remember any such thhEr
Josiah brazened it out. i thought you d
have the consideration to attend to the
trunks. at least. instead of hiking down
town TO get dinky veil. when you've
got eleven million wells already-and here
We are over in Jersey City, the train due
to start in four minutes and there are our
trunks locked up in our Vestibue-train fiat
on l44th street oh. III all off that what 1t
is ere's no Use in talking about it at al
it's MI off" and he galloped toward the
ferry. with his tired.looking little wife
hanging onto one Of his arms with both
hands and being hiked over the boards
like rag dol. in the hands Of a pickaninny.
II Hoped il ont that the trunk business
had so het up Josiah that his wife was
going to he chiselled out of her summer
trip this year, but I was wrong there
they came back this morning, and the
b punch was in their tickets all right
"A tall, Cadayerous man with short,
dumpv wife got up to the gate few morn
ings ago, when the sight OF a woman carry
ing a canary bird cage through another
gate down the line caused his Jaw 10 fall.
my dear he said 10 his wife in trein-
bling tone, we have forgotten Loretta.
"'Callous, careless parents, 10 forget
their young one, | was saying to myself,
when the short, dumpy wife let go OF her
bags and bundles, clasped her hands, ana
gave a shrek.
"'Theren she screamed, L knew there
was something We forgot! | put Loreta's
cage in the spare room early this morning
so that he wouldn't be making comments
and criticisms while we were packing
and here we've come of without poor
Loreta' We must go right back after
Loretta this very Instant
But said the tall, cadaverous man,
the train is just about to start, my dear,
and, anyhow. the janitor will no doubt
hear the parrots screenings and ship
Loretta to us if We telegraph to him after
we get down to the beach"
Now, John James Shortcut, how dare
you to call my darling Loretta a screecher!
She got right back at him. And do you
think | would trust that janitor with my
parrot2 He hates poor Loretta, anyway,
and if he knew Loretta was alone over there
in the fiat he'd kill it and-er-make pot
pie of it, / verify believe, and then swear
to us that the parrot had died when we got
back. John James Shortcut, we must go
back Immediately for Loretta, or I do not
move one more step of the journey.
John James was evidently next to his
job, for he went along with her, and they
got back with the parrot in time to take
the last train for their place last evening.
Some of these hot weather forgetters,
though, know how to work their reputa-
tion for Observation-Disclosures to put foxy
little stunts through. ! had one like that
a few mornings ago. He looked nervous
as he edged his way up to my wicket few
moments before showed the gate open.
Hey, Jack he said to me, is there
any way can cop out a flask Of booze In
the station?
Il told him no, but that he could nail
all he wanted across the street from the
station.
Yes, but it's hard to get away with
that the demonstrating man explained
to me. She has been keeping her eye
on me all the morning-I had hard night
last night and she's got her doubts, and
he nodded in the direction of his portly
wife, who was standing a little distance
away, and dunno il could make the
breakaway to get across the street
Yours Is indeed a heart-rending tale
I said to him. and he was doing whole
lot Of cogitating, standing alongside his
mountaineering wife, as I showed open
the gate and began TO call for tickets,
4The nervous man whose wife's eye was
upon him got behind her and passed her
inside the gate, and just as he was starting
through himself he gave a start.
BY Jove,' he said to his wife, who was
already inside the wicket, I knew that
something had got away from me. Forgot
to take any cigars out of my box before
packing my trunk last night and here I've
got three hours travelling and nixy a smoke
to my name. Just wait till hustle into
the station-be back in jiffy,' and off he
rushed, leaving his wife inside the gate.
Right across the street, two doors
from the corner I whispered to him as he
darted by me.
Watch little Wilier he said in reply
to my tip, and he was off in bunch.
He made a record trip of it, at that, for
IL.