Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1905-09-21
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D0nna's Jewels

ST HE meanest man ever saw,
Z said Spike McGunn, of Detroit
i who used to be swell hotel sneak
was mug falls in on in room in
9 the Palace hotel, San Francisco.
Y Il studied the makeup of the hall
= mems platoon in that house for week
or ten days, watching for off duty ones
: before got chance to do anything
Then the third floor front mailman
6, turned up missing one afternoon
S'pose he was sick or on drunk, OF
j. something like that.
Il figured that they couldn't get an.
other mailman to take his place before
ID the next morning, and so decided to do
4 little business along the line Of the
third floor front right quick. hap
pened to know that there was some
good people located in that part of the
@house, and I took a rubber at the key
rack and found that lot Of them were
spout, their keys being pigeonholed.
4 "All I had to do was to take the front
elevator, ride up to the third floor, step
off and the third front hall was mine
@for operations. l went up, and there
Swas no third floor front mailman. It
$alooked too easy
# "'This is like cunning souse,' I
sthought, as gumshoed down the hall
Sin the direction of certain suite of
srooms that had in mind-a prima
s3donna's suite.
THE number of the entrance door 10
this suite was g. 1t was kind o.
Sshadowy down that way, and I'm a bit
Hnearsighted anyway, and so instead of
getting hold of the knob of No. GO
,.door-feeling of my bunch of skeletons
with the other hand-what do do but
give the quiet twist on the handle IF
NO 66.
: THE door was not locked, and knew
right of that somebody was inside the
room. I was all ready with my Beg
pardon-made mistake when I
heard Come in given out by some guy
,with4a deep bass voice.
. well, it was up to me, and in
stepped. It was handsome room, and
over by one of the windows big, good
looking duck was standing in his shirt
sleeves in front of small hand glass
Shaving himself.
q. HE didn't turn around at all as en-
tered, but felt that he was piping me
off, all the same, in that little shaving
glass. He went right on scraping his
map, though.
I'll have to ask you to excuse me- ,
i began, standing up straight and throw
ing out the Sandow chest for bluff.
The twists and turns in this
THE bloke lowers his razor and
wheels around and hands me the win
some smile.
Cut that, PAL says he, wiselike.
Don't pass me that kind
What do you mean . asked him.
1T looked from his style that he was
on the get, himself. but didn't intend
to be baited into any trap with my
lamps open.
! He stood grinning at me.
"'Guess you were after the singstress'
stuff, hey, Bud?' says he to me, and in
the dark you got mixed on the rooms?
Well, she's out, all right, and SOS her
maid. I'd ha' gone after her geaRmyself.
but that kind o. works bit out o. my
line, and I'm some clumsy at it. Sit
down. She's singing at a matinee, and
you've got plenty O. time. Much doin'?'
We'll, this looked pretty much like
he was member of the craft in some
branch or other of it. He had the patter
down all straight enough.
'5' Moreover, his grayish hair was
clipped right short, and it struck me that
ho mi no on V,h0 A~sr
stretch over the road, so that his hemp
hadn't had time to shoot out to the right
length for such good locker. But
didn't propose to nibble until l had his
game copied dead to the right.
Look here, my FRIEND says l, do
ing heavy I'm-not-wise gag, what the
deuce are you talking about?'
We'll, sir, he just threw his head back
and hollered.
You've got your business down al
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
hooter and tossed it in. Their he
took a small drink himself and went
on with his shaving
x was keeping up 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