New-York tribune., 1906-07-01

plenty, and it looks ike I'd have to make new bC
/ didn't come out here to break up any peac
conmunity but before / changes my program
have to sleep on it. Suppose YOU slide over a
sometime tomorrow, when your collar don't n
tight and then We'll see If there's anything
Very we'll says he, does a salute to the col
and marches back stitf-kneed 10 tell his crowd
he q read the riot act to me.
Now say. l amt one of the kind to lose sleep
cause the conductor speaks rough when l asks +
transfer / generally takes what's comm and 81
But this time wa n I halt so joyful as might 4
been Even the sight of Mother Whaley hot
cults and hearin' her Singin " Cushla Mavourne
in the kitchen. couldn't chirk me up. I'd been
for lookin the house over and seem what q 60
the grab: but it was all of. Course, knew l
the rights of the thing. I'd put down me G
money. and there wa mt any rules that could m
me pull il out. But I've lived quite some Y
without shown in where knew l d get the fr
countenance, and / didn't like the idea OF begin
now.
I couldn't 90 back on nv record, either. In
time I've stood up in the ring and put out my !
for two thirds of the gate receipts. l am so pr
of that now as l was once; but / amt never had
call to be ashamed of the way done 1t. Wh
more no soubrette ever had chance to call hei
Mrs Shorty McCabe, and never let EN- put
name over the door of any Broadway jag parlor
You got to let every man frame up his own al
ment though. If these Primrose ParkerS mad Us
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crOckerv and keep the town constable busy
wasn't my cue to hold any debate. All the G
paign | could figure out was to back into the WI
and sell to some well-behaved stock-broker or
insurance CRATER.
II was goin' to be tough on the Whaleys, thou
| didn't let on to Dennis, and after supper we
on the back steps while he smoked his
cuttv and gassed away about the things
he was goin to raise, and how the Hover
beds would look in month or so. About
nine o'clock he shows me place where can
turn in, and listens to the roosters CROWN
most of the night.
Next mornin' l had Dennis get me
Sunday paper, and after Id read the
sportin' notes turns to the suburban real
estate ads. why not own a hOmes' most
of 'en asks. g l know the answer to that
says l. And say, a Luna Park Zulu tina that
had strayed irto young Rockefeller's Bible
class would have felt about as much at
home as l did there on my own porch. The
old Major was over on his porch, walkln up
and down like he was dom guard duty
and once in awhile l could see some OF the
wOmen-folks takin' careful Squint at me
from behind a window blind. If I'm ever
quarantined, it won't be any new sensation
1t wasn't exactly weddin breakfast
kind of time / was havin'; but / didn't
dodge it. l was just lettin' it soak IN, for
the good of me soul, as Father Connolly
used to say; when l sees pair of overfed
blacks, hitched to a closed carriage, switch
in from the pike and make for the Majors
Company for dinner, says l. That s
nice
/ didn't get anything but back view as
he climbed out on the off side and was led
in bv the Major; but YOU couldn't fool me
on them short-legged, baggy -kneed pants
or that black griddle-cake bonnet. 1t was
my little old Bishop that l keeps the fat
off from with the medcine-ball work.
Lucky he didn't see me- says |, "Or
he'd hollered out and queered himself with
the whole of Primrose Park
was igurin' on fadin' away to the other
side of the house before he showed up again
but l didn't hurry about it, and when looks
up again there was the Bishop, with them
fat little fingers of his stuck out, and a three
inch grin on his face, pikin' across the road