The Birmingham age-herald., 1903-08-09


 playing tag, too?"
 Stupid! Whiskaire was de whole-what you say-de whole woiks for Widdy. So long as Miss Fannie remain unconsoled, she would not let Widdy be consnled. So to get Miss Fannie out of de obieeting humor, Widdy's play was to get her married, and, nat urellement, Widdy, being ssse wonan, pretend for to have T sen- tlment for MT. Paul Den 1t was all over but de marriage. So soon as Miss Fannie discover dat an- odder woman tink sentimental of Mr Paul-voilal- Paul in a walk wins, as you say"
 Honest. what do you tink of a lime-light song like dose? When it's a case of what's a mans num- Der wit a woman, Duchess can dope out de winner witout know ing age. weight, or previous per formances.
 We'll, anyway, since MT. Paul signed life contract as Miss Fan nie's Number One, she has never knocked Widdy's gailly-gailly stunts wit Whiskers. But de going has not been smood. Whisk- CTS run onto shy streak in him self I asks Duchess to explain dat out of her fortune book, and she says it was too easy.
 'Widdy men," she says, never knows what is good for em; but widdy women always improves when dey consents to take sec ond."
 "Is dat all?" says I.
 Isn't it enough? It Is too muchi You and me, Chames, must see dat affaire come to a settlement. Wit Whiskaire married to Madam Harding dey would set up all deir own establishment, and den you and me would not have of, de in- reference. in our management of Miss Fannie's houses"
 Dat was a straight tip, for fair; cause Whiskers is de only one what butts into de game of our running our places as we likes. Well, as was saying, we starts out for a run up de Sound on de steam yacht, wit party along dat come from one of de big houses over White Plains way. In de push was a mug what was doing a weekend at house party, and, say, he was out for bank roll so strong dat he couldn't cover it up. He wasn't much of a mixer; sort of stood off from de bunch, sizing em up to see what one looked like de best buy for investment. But he wasn't shy of me when he seen dat I was opening bots.
 'T'll have a glass Of de boy, me man." he was saying, like it was a song he was to oblige wit after dinner, and was afraid he'd forget 1t. De more I poured for him, de solemner he got, and de shyer of de gailly-gailly gang. Duchess pipes de game when 1 was solving him his 'steent glass. and she waltzes around behind him, and passes me de wink to get toged- der. I side-steps to her, and she begins to buzz me like she was telling cecrets, but I was on dat she wanted dc mug to her.
 Mon Dieul" say she, M'sieu Van Courtlandt"-dat Whisk- ers-"is in grand favor wit Ma dam Harding'-meaning Widdy.
 Sure" says I. Grand stand favor" I says, not knowing her game, and playing light until l could get next.
 "Of a soitainty," Duchess says, rubbering to see did de mug toin his ear our way-and he did. "Wit all of Madam Harding's mil lions one would not tink she would be so willing to marry again."
 "It's in de blood,' says I, get ting into line. She's been mar ried before, and has de habit.
 of I had so much of de mil lions as she, would not trun me self at de foist gent dat asked" says Duchess, winking at me to see de mugs ear getting red.
 Den Duchess whispered so low dat he couldn't hear no more, so pretty son he toined to us, and says, "Mamzelle, expected to meet a Mrs. Harding here today. Is she aboard?"
 Duchess pointed out Widdy, and says, Dat Is Mrs. Harding" and he was off like de barrier was sprung; and Duchess chases down "a de cabin wit me. If it is only a little jealousy dat Whiskaire needed, we have provided it for him." she says.
 Say. honest you never saw an