Arizona republican., 1905-04-22


 get through my song, for that's lkey Behn wot just went art, an 'e'll get my license sure if I leave 1t abart. I carn't trust nobody in this ole but you. It's in there" an she showed me the pyper, shovin' the purse into me and I left an went darn front Vile she put on 'er rig an done Ter turn.
 Art in the bar there was the toff, taIlxin to one O the wyters. an l knew 'e was tryin' to tip somebody to frtsE Big Beckys pockets. Wen l come up, e says, COW de do, me man? l sye. lave a glarss with me, won't yer? WotIl yer ave?"
 I marked is gyme then an there, an I sat darn to see 'ow ed act. 'E done if 'andsome, e did; e was a thorough bred. an no mistake abart thet! 'E want the bloke to drive a bargain like most would ave done under the syme irritytin' circumstances.
 See. ere" e says, affable, an e opens is wallet an tykes art pack O bills. "Ere's a tharsand in 'undred dollar greenbacks. You get me that pyper Big Becky's got in 'er purse!"
 There I was. sittin' right in front of i'm with the license in me pocket, an there was a fortune in front O me as would ave set me up in biz for the rest O me life. WOt's more, if theys anythink I do admire. it's thorough bred toff, for I was brought up to reckernize class an seen at a wink that this ere Johnny was dead sport I knew wot it meant to i'm to get possession O thet pyper, for Becky could myke 1t jolly 'Ot for i'm with it. I confess. gents. thet for abart 'alf a mo l hesityted. But l couldn't [ go back on the woman. seein' she lad trusted me partickler, an so l shook me cad mournful. an refused the wad.
 E was a bit darn in the mouth at thet' not lookin' to run up agin such, in a plyce like Bottle Myers l expeck See ere, me man" e says, 'I just rort to ave thet pyper. I'll tell yer wot. wen I gort art thet license, l swyre I thought the woman was stryte an all she pretended to be. We was all of us took in. l want after 'er money. I was plum balmy on 'er. sure. an mar I'm engaged to the incest little gal as ever lived, an it'n queer the whole thing if this ere foolishness gets art"
 With my respeck for the haristoc- l TaCEs was JOllN SOIAs Aoi NAAN NA-eA tff but I want a-goin' to sell Becky art, not thet wye. I want no holy Willie, but I stuck at that. So I arsked, "Wot's the gals nyme?'
 That's none of your biz." says Behn, gettin' 'ot in the scuppers, "an' that little gyme won't do yer no good. mo- how. for the gal knows all abart this matter. an yer can't trip me up there. Not much. I'll pye yer all the dOcy- ments worth. if yer'll get it for me"
 Yer won't get 1t art O Becky not at no price" I says. ian yer won't get 1t art O me, unless yer answer my uuesting. If yer want me to conduck this ere affyre. got to know all abart it. an yer gal won't be put to no both CT. neither
 F looked me over a bit. an then = says, low. so thet nobody couldn't ear. Its Miss Bertha Wolfstein." Then e give me is address. a4. left the mat ter for me to do wot could.
 I thought if anybody could work Becky. it would be me. an I expected the gals nyme might come in andy. though I 'ad no idea then 'ow strong it would pull. So goes up to the big woman after she was dressed and tykes CT up to the Poodle Dog" for supper. She 'ad gort over the worry by this time. an was feelink as chip per as a brig in a west wind.
 Did yer ever ear tell of Bertha Wolfstein 9" I says. off and.
 Then wot does she do but begins to bryke darn an blubber. "She was the on'y one in tarn as come to see me after I was pulled" she says. 'I done all kinds O flyers for lots of 'em, but NETaTfeFa4v, ha cF1'x who 'ad called me friend. as ever remem- bered it. She was a lydy. was Miss Wolfstein; she treated me angel w'ite. she did. Gawd bless 'er pretty fyce."
 Then I knowed I 'ad 'er we're I wanted 'er. an I give 1t to 'er tender an soft. with all the sugar an cream she could stand. I let art Ikey Behn's story. hinch by hinch, an I pynted the feelinks O thet Bertha Wolfstein all the tack I knew low. till l gort Becky on the run an she boohooed again. right art loud. an I see I 'ad win Ter over. My word, she did look a sight for spectytors after she'd wiped q 'arf a pint O pynte off'n 'er fyce with 'er napkin. sobbink awe. like 'er cart was as soft as a slug in a mud puddle. She parssed over the pyper art O 'er purse an she says. ''Yer can give it to Ikey and get the money. l don't want to 'urt a air O thet gals 'ead.' Seein' she was so easy worked, I thought 1t was on'y right I should be pyde for me trouble, for 1t 'ad stood me somethink for a private room an drinks an such to get 'er into proper | condition.
 So I says. "Thet's all right, Becky. an it's jolly 'andsome Q yer to be willin' to let go of the dockyment, but | I'll be blowed if I see low yer can | tyke is money, wen yer feel that wye. If yer sell art the pyper. were does the | bloomin' gratitude to the gal come in, any wye?"
 At this Becky looked all yves for a l Sunday, an preceded to rub it in. Mar, see ere, Becky, w'ich would yer rather do-get five 'undred dollars for the license fom Ikey. or let Miss Wolf stein know yer'd made a present of it | tO for. xvot ba dopa to xyaY-