The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-10-07

to-day. Give you twenty bucks worth OF
it-eAOO TO S70-how's thatH'
IAN ri'-Rimmo that said my Souse,
and the bet went down on the sheet, and he
started 70 fall away without giving his
badge number, and I had to attend to that
end Of II myself.
Then l tried to pull tho pickle on into q
corner. Il wasn't my idea at all to have
him fall for the True Wing thing for the
whole hundred. II he was a chicken guy,
/ wasn't, and l couldn't see that thing OF
putting all Of the eggs in n basket.
Il started to whisper something like that
TO him, but he broke away. and before 1
could tag him he had another $40 down in the
next book on True Wing. When he tottered
back l tried to nail him again, but 1t was no
use-there was no ohance to save anything
out OF that chicken fricassee that l had
started. He stumbled up against three
more books and got the remaining $50 DOWN
in twenty dollar lots, getting 20 to 1 in all
Of 'em against the bird crab.
There was nothing to do then. Then the
big running about the ring began, and
the noise that they all made in every aisle
with that chicken plugs name was lid
lifting.
1T came swirling in from the big ring,
and everybody with 81 began to bite his
way up to the states to get down. They'd
already knocked True Wing down in the
main circle from 20 to Z to 1, and that made
IL nothing doing in the marked down mead
ow. The bookies turned their pads TO the
wall, and there 1 was with q gloat UP around
the neck. with at last a live one on a 20 to
thing that the high shooters in the main
aisle were figuring on sending through for a
swine Sitting.
Hey, Jack. said my souse to me as l
gently led him out under the edge OF the
stand TO watch the lineup, If this here
chicken boss doesn't make good, I'm in, an
III be obliged il you'll stake me t tn trolley
ID thing, seem that
Then the whoop went up and they were
Oh.
-Suf1cienoy. Trouble was, that when
True Wing crossed the line in front my
souse came near getting pinched and me
with him, for he lay down and rolled all the
way down the lawn rom the break o h
stand to h fence, and he'd "a been rolling
yet il the fence hadn't been there.
He didn't know how to collect, but l
did-ye-eh, l knew how, even if l hadn't
been in that ~diguppsky line since Lamp
lighter was a ~weanling. l stood right be-
hind my souse when it was handed out to
him in $40 lots out OF Ave different tin
boxes, ndtben l conducted him out into the
middle of the aisle. and says L:
What's right1'
Seeing that he was a chicken man l
figured that he'd pike and do the 500 slip
me, and wen that looked like one Of those
wagons that backs up against the Sub
Treasury curb.
We'll, that pickle fills up an old corncob
pipe that he's got somewhere around his
clothes-nlls it up with rope that smells as
II the tar had become musty-and lights
it and pulls a few On it, and me expecting
every minute that he wasn't even going to
do the hundred thing, but hand me the
watt.
But he slowly pulls out the misshapen
bundle when he gets the pipe ATTAINING,
and he skins on the five top C~-papes-ein-
quarter Of his take-down, which was q, 900
and he pushes 'em into my vest pocket.
b. says he, I knowed you'd stake
Ia nickel + nth trolley gag il that chicken
hoss hadn't done it, an y'r all ri. Now
I'm goin' anyway from here, and he swayed
out toward the gate, and l gave him the
hand on the arm, and the only thing he
could see outside the gate fit to give him
the ride into Brooklyn was a gas-gig the
size Of a freight car at twenty bones the
short haul, sho-fair included, and he went
telling me about eighteen times that
/ ought to be. in thesc chicken business.
Lap up that oognac and coffee, you
yens, and let's drill out o. this. I'm next
to where there's a new Hungarian or
with a dulcimer whaoker that can
do an imitation of a bunch of horses thud-
ding into the stretch, and / don't want to
to the hay for fear l might wake up