The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-05-21
Uncle Peter Blnes Threatens to Raise
SometE1inq.
CHAPTER XXX.


Something.
Uncle Peter and Billy Brue left the High
tower at midnight. Billy Brue wanted to
walk down to their hotel. on the plea that
they might see a fight or a fire cor some-
thing. He never ceased to feel cheated
when he was obliged to ride in New York.
But Uncle Peter insisted on the cab.
Say. Uncle Peter he said, as they
rode down, II got a good notion to get me
one OF them first part suits-like the min
strels wear in the grand first part, you
know-only I'd never be able to git on to
the track right without a hostler to har-
ness me and see to all the buckles and
cinch the straps right. They're mighty
fine. tho
Finding Uncle Peter uncommunicative,
he unused during the remainder Of the ride.
cival and his friends, and even Uncle PEE
ter, wore the prescribed evening regalia
of gentlemen. and yearning for the dis
ttnguished effect Of its black and white
elegance upon himself.
They went to their connecting rooms,
and Billy Brue regretfully sought his bed,
marveling how free people in a town like
New York could ever bring themselves to
waste time in sleep AS he dozed OFF. lie
could hear the slow, measured tread Of
Uncle Peter pacing the floor In the next
room.
He was awakened by hearing his name
called. Uncle Peter stood in a flood Of
| light at the door Of his room. He was
fully dressed.
Awake, Billy?"
rs it gittin' up timer
The old man came into the room and
! lighted gas-jet. He looked at his
watch.
mo; only quarter to four. amt
been to bed yet
Billy Brue sat up and rubbed his eyes.
Rheumatic again, Uncle. Peter?"
'No; I been thinkin', Billy. How do
you like the gamer"
He began to pace the floor again from
one room to the other.
What game?'' Billy Brue had encount-
cred number in New York.
This whole game-livin' in New York
MIR. Brue became judicial.
Its good game as long as you got
ton to go broke here. ALL the pay claims
have been located, I guess
| 81 doubt it's bein' a good game
any time, Billy. been actin as kind Of
| a lookout now fur about forty days
and forty nights and the chances is al
in favor Of the house You don't ever
Il get half your money on the high care
when the splits come"
\ Billy Brue pondered this sentiment. I
was not his own.
1.-THE United States Of America Is al
right, Billy
This was safe ground.
"Sure!" His mind reverted to the even
ing just past. "Of course there was
couple Of Clarences in high collars Their
to-night that made out like they wa
THROWN 1t down; but they amt the Who'll
thing, not by a long shot"
i Yes, and that young shrimp that wa.
talkin' about villages and 'trouserings.'
The old man paused In his walk.
'What are 'trouserings,' Biny?''
Mr.. Brue had not looked into shop win
dows day after day without charging hi
knowledge
"Trouserings," he proclaimed, rathe
Importantly, lis the cloth they make pant
out
ooh! Is that all? I didn't know but i
might be some new kind of duds. An
that fellow don't ever get up till II o'cloc
: a. m. I don't reckon would myself If
didn't have nything but trouserings an
. vintages to worry about. And that Va
I Arsdel boy!''
: "say!" said Billy, with enthusiasm, :
= never thought I'd be even in the sam
), room with one Of that family, less
! priced open the door with a Jimmy"
r WELL who's he? My father knew h
: grandfather when he KEEP tavern over Q
the Raritan river, and his grandmother
e this shrimp's grandmother!-she tende
e bar
8 "Gee!''
e Eyes, they KEEP tavern, and the o.
t lady passed the rum bottle over the ba
e and took in tn greasy money. This hel