The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1906-07-01
IN THE HANp-PAINTED BEANERY
BY HUGH McEUGH
George v. Hobart)

and fork and gave me the stalled
gaze.
never whimpered.
Oh. scold me! scold me!
Lord Hope!' sage she. why,
John Henry, you never told me you
knew Lord Hope."
] Didn't II" / says my! my! how
thoughtless! Well! that's His Lord
ship all right, all right!
| Clara Jane thought while and
carved my initials on a silver of celery.
But you called him Abie!" says
she, after pause.
Sure thing" | says; what else?
Want me to call him Nose or Rosey or
Meyer or key? Hos not Irish"
81 can't imagine an English noble
man being called Able" says my lady
friend, for she's first rate Believer
by nature, but a Doubter when the
dice roll heavy,
was beginning to feel just about
as happy as a hard-boiled egg, but |
was in up to my neck and | couldn't
boiler for help.
"Englishmen have queer names, es-
pecially noblemen. Say won't you
nave a charlotte russo or an apple fritz
ter?-itll do you good,' says, hop
ing to swing the conversation close
enough to the shore so that | could
jump off and take to the timber.
My finish was ringing the door bell.
Just then Mike Mcguire strolled
into the neighborhood and wanted to
hang up his hat on my hook.
once in a while Mike breaks into a
theater and tries to act till some one
catches him with the goods, Then he
Apologies, backs out of his harness
and is up and away to the swahps.
Good EVENING"" says Mike push
ing out the familiar list
I'm right back at him with a short
arm nod of recognition. and in a
minute I'm busy with lay beans.
"Feedin, | sect" says Mike, wish
ing 10 show my lady friend that lis
powers Of observation are strictly
homemade.
| gave him a look that | figured
would comb his hair, but he's out to
make a deep impression on Clara Jane
so my naughty expression didn't finish
ono, two, three.
Before | can get back from the
breakaway find him reciting the sad
story of his life and watching my lady
friend to see if she enjoys light litera-
turc.
"Oh, yes" says Mcclure, Il do so
love the stage. I've been paying the
Provinces for eighteen weeks as Hot
spur, the Boy Hero, in Ben Hur, and
was the hit of the show!'
Two to one he was out doing the
potato plantations with No. 3 Unc.
Toms Cam. Co.
About all that guy could mix with
Is a parcel OF Uncle Tommers.
Finally after writing about four
chapters ana getting his life lines
crossed with George Washington,
Nanny Friend, John Mccullough and
Tod Sloan, he begins to notice that
Tie wind is blowing chill across the
Wild moor so he signals the conductor
and hops Off the wagon.
who was that?' inquiries my lady
friend as Mcclure ambles back to his
own table.
That | says; "Oh! that was the
Earl of Yarmouth"
Clara Jane handed me a swift
glance, then she patted her hat-pins
and grabbed her gloves.
Come along, Jonn Henry!" says
she, King Edward will be here in
minute and after what I've read about
MIN don't think ! care to meet him.
Let's 20 home"
She wins in a whisper.
it1l take three weeks to square my.
self
Hereafter, me TO Dement'S! Me 10 4
he stack o. wheats symposium where /
he rest Of the entries stick to their /
stalls. Where the outside conversa- !
ion is confined to Draw one!" and i
Boil two. meejum!"
No more swell Sandwich Salons for
ne, where the grafters want to butt in
III the while.
on scold mel scoid me-
Copyright 1901. b. O. " Dillingham; COP
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