The Starkville news. (Starkville, Miss.) 1902-1960, 1905-09-22

you've got your business down OIL
pat. pal says he when he's able to talk
through his chuckling. But don't make
me giggle. I've got the earache. Just
flag that parson end of it and deal from
the middle or bottom. You're working
the halls. Well, that's not my lay, but
every man to his own graft. Have a
ball?'
He went over to the dresser, picked
up a quart bottle of the correct goods
and a couple o glasses, handed me the
layout on tray with the water bottle
and stood chuckling while poured out
a hooter and tossed it in. Then he
took small drink himself and went
on with his shaving.
Il was keeping up a heavy line O
thinks This duck might be slipping me-
the bogus spiel, | thought, and | wasn't
looking for any corral
He finished his shaving. washed his
face. rubbed some Scenty stuff on it,
powdered it with a block of chalk.
handed me the bottle again, took one
along with me. and sat down in a rock
ing chair.
Ever do anything in the crib crack
ing line?' he asked me- twisting his big
muStache and looking calm as a mill
pond.
Ma said |. that's off my beat
I'm pad shoe and day worker
entirely I went on. Can't stand for
losing my beauty sleep
-ba+ ;ol
pal said he. crossing the room and
picking up q suit case that lay on his
bed. My end of it's pretty wearing, for
a fact. They've just turned me loose
after tWo-year stretch down in San
Quentin. and I've got my eye on two or
three neat things in this mans town be-
fore pulling my freight for the east
He opened the suit case and showed
me pretty set O. Iiew tools as ever
,see-whole outfit, from all sizes o alli-
gator files and Jameses to cloth wrapped
bottles of nitro. That convinced me. I
could see that he was o. X. all right.
See here. podner,' says |, after we
talked little while longer, I'm sorry
to break away but there hasn't been
l.
the old girls stuff next door Want
to see if she's left her gig lamps be-
hind. and even if she hasn't there'll be
enough in the cleanup TO pay for the
hunt. Glad to have run into you. See
you some other time. Hope you win out
on your jobs. Now. III just step in next
door, and, by the way. if you hear any
body coming just hand me the rap on the
wall, will your
Sure said be. and | edged out and
reached for the knob Of the rrima dom
mas door
'Of course. it was locked. but had the
right skeleton for it in my mitt. and l
was inside in ten seconds.
We'll. say. the carelessness of these
stage folks is queer. isn't it? That sing
ing woman's good stuff s'pose she
was wearing the paste at the matinee
performance-waS spread out all over
her dresser-not even salted away in
the jewel cases that Uttered the bureau.
1T was pretty soft, bo. | dropped
something like $4,000 worth Of blue
white rocks into the pocket OF my top
coat anu III tue lOP UISSSti drawer l
found a wallet stuffed with about $1,000
in paper chang ge-fftieS, hundreds and
the ike.
This is a shame I thought and
concluded I'd drop into the room of the
duck next door and slip him few hun
dred for acting as lookout for NE.
Il turned the knob Of the prima don
mas door and stepped out. The next
door mug was waiting for me. So were
two San Francisco bulls. He'd touched
a button for the cops. So was the man.
ager of the hotel.
THE duck that I'd run into next door
had the wristlets on me before | had
time to blush. So there | was, nailed
with the goods. My pals got together
and did some buying when | came to be
tried and l only got a two specker.
The big guy into whose room I'd
slipped by accident was Denver detec-
tive. He'd brought reGuisitioned
burglar from Denver to San Francisco.
and when | ran into him he was just
about to take his mans set o tools to
the property clerk.
But he sure made a chimpanzee out
o. me. N. Y. Sun.