The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-07-12
Some Of His Experiences.

Scott will not tell his experiences
to everyone, but G. E. Van Loan of
Los Angeles has managed to get some
pretty good ones out of him. Here is
one with New York as the scene:
:" One time back there / was going
down the line and lighting 'em up a
little. They hadn It never seen a man
like I was. When I went into the
cafes they wanted to throw me out
until foshed my roll and began to
buy wine. Then they were glad to
meet me. Fellows went out and hunted
up their friends to come in and see
me spend money. Every time we
cracked bottle It was me to Law a i
$l0O note on the plate and make the
man hump for the CHANGE I reckon
| ID have all the change in New York
if the gang had stayed by me. But
I was too swift for 'em-they couldn t
see, me thru.
"Pretty soon in comes Mr. Wise Guy
and [ see him get his lamps on that
roll of mine---it WASH t much, three or
four thousand, [ guess-but I was son
right away that he wanted it, He
butted in and [ bought wine for him
and when [ saw that he wasn't drink
ing with the rest but spilling it in the
| splttoon, | knew there was something
stirring Pretty, soon he got awful low
ing. He wanted to take me for ride
in gas wagon. I stood for that all
right, because I was framed. up with
smoke pole as long as your leg
He had three. friends who came
from somewhere down the street and
they pulled up pretty soon at a kind
Of roadhouse and we went into back
ROOM They wanted me to take a drink
and when the booze came in, ] saw the
stuff floating around on the top of it.
They. were going to feed me some
knockout. drops and trim me clean.
didn't wait a minute, but out
comes the old smoke pole and bang!
bang! I smoked 'em up plenty. Of
course I didn't want to hit nobody,
but I scared them bunco men pretty
near to death. You'd "a died to see
the way they blew out of there and hit
up that gas wagon Of theirs. I shot
a few holes in their benzine buggy, just
to show 'em i was right
Many Hangers-on.
Like all lucky men, Scott is over
run with hangers-on, who are more than
willing to help him get rid of his
en ey 5fP n w aaE a not ias to to
buy a little real estate or make a
trifing investment say $4,000 OF So
000-a mere bagatelle. While he was
in Los Angeles the last time, a seedy-
looking stranger went to the hotel to
see if the Death Valley Creesus would
not like to endow cot in the tsWay-
farers' hospital. - The seedy party
would willingly carry the money TO the
hospital for g Mr. Scott,' and he
thought 5000 would be about the right
sum.
HH-m-m,'' said Scott, looking wise,
as he reached for his ever present roll,
I"you said $500, didn't you7' Scott
peeled off five 500 notes and smoothed
them out on the table
eyes, sir,' stammered the seedy
one, or---or, maybe, you might want
i to make it a thousand. y
4 "Not today, answered Scott, de-
cisively. When 90 to buying cots
in hospitals, TIL be time to put me in
. the paretic ward! Good morning!''
$4,000 from One Trip.
]. A year ago last winter. one Of Scott g
1 trips into the Valley netted him in the
!. neighborhood Of $4,000. He had no
pack train and all the ore was carried
out on his back in sacks, one at time.
i He put a large part Of the money hesob-
tanned for it in a handbag, intending
i to go east for good time. On the train
between Pittsburg and Philadelphia his
s handbag was stolen. A clever gang,
with a woman in the scheme, had fol
81 lowed Scott clear across the contiin ent.
land il was not until three-duarters Of
the trip was over that a chance was
found to drug his drinks. The eastern