The Saint Paul globe., 1904-10-30

that was coming in on the next cleo
fion.
"If I can. only swing those ducks into
I-line once more" he said, "and just have.
the granting of the contract for the re-
pair work on that Roman pike, I'll cut
loose, blow the job and jump the
works. I'll be going around in my pri-
vate galley, with; my private automo-
bile. and they catch up with me
they'll be going some
s HeAwas awaiting for the parson Of
the church. The sky pilot owed him
three months rent fors a villa in the
Alps; and Caesar needed allethe dough
he could get at the time for the coming
election.
3 His thoughts were interrupted by the
appearance of hissold pal, Brutus.
All. Brutus, old stocking foot was
his greeting. Il know you'll go the
limit. You'll stick for the big noise
and the ratification. When the dukes
beginsto fly. you'll be there, ready to
get in yours, all right all right"
Sure thing" said Brutus. I'll be on
deck. Just watch me mix 1T with the
guy that I'm laying for. What | won't
do to that fellow will take too long to
tell"
'I know that you are game, old pal"
said Caesar.
What worries you, Caes? % asked
Brutus. You're shutting around like
fellow with camers hair underwear.
Too early in the year to get on that
heavy stuff had my old lady take
mine out today and begin to air the
moth balls out of it, but I won't put it
on for weeks yet"
"Camers hair. nit" said Caesar.
That don't worry me little bit. It's
the gas house gang that gets my alley.
/ can't seem to phaze that bunch.
They've put up old Mark Anthony, the
biggest CRATER in the Eighth ward,
against me, and he's spending the stuff
like a drunken sailor. I'm trying to
dig up something in his record to put
before the voters, but he's foxy
gent"
Sure, you're right. old man. said
Brutus. But that ring in the senate
is; pretty sore on you. They're nuts
over that electric light graft you put
through. They think that you got all
the Doodle, and they're kicking because
they didn't get theirs"
THE senate don't amount to con-
tinental, Brute said Caesar. "I can
handle that bunch without ever putting
tape on me mitts. It's the square
jawed fellows from the gas house dis
! trict that's got me going. They're
set of knockers worse than the hammer
swingers oyer in the stone quarries."
BrutuS was edglng up to caesar all
the time. Suddenly the gas house gang
darted around the corner, led by Cas-
sius, and started rough house. Old
Caesar was there with the big mitt and
struck out with both punches of fives.
He caught Dormas on the chin with
right hand uppercut, and nailed Elrois
in the left lamp with his famous jab.
Elrois had bum light that he carried
until long after the funeral. He used
the solar plexus on Cassius and had
him groggy in punch.
But out of the bunch came Brutus.
He pulled a razor from his boot and
dug a. cash into Caesars left fin. Then
he crossed a swinging slash with the
razor and got Caesar just above the
belt.
What, you, too, Brutus, you wall
eyed. chicken-livered turncoat," he
yelled at his old pal.
Sure thing, I'm there yelled Brutus.
Here's another. It's you to the bone
yard
And then julius Caesar took the
count, and few minutes afterwards
passed in his checks. The coroner
gave out verdict of Death by sui
eide, for he went out without his gang"
and they planted Julius in Rosehill
cemetery. Anthony gave swell spiel,
and the band played Down Goes Nc
Ginty'' as they lowered the box into the
hole in the ground.