The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-12-09
THE LIGHT OF
1 The NOON"
The Sealed Package That Gentleman
George Tried to Steal
From a Traveller.

We was comm back from the golding
West with some of its material product, was
Gentleman George and me, travelin' by
the special limited, with Everything special
at our beck and call.
large was in his ilemint, high sperited.
hotty in manner, sumpchus in dress-feelin'
his notes, as he likes to feel EN-, in his inside
pocket; and as certain as Old Moses hisself
that he was 10 the mama born.
As for me, bitter experience KEEP warnin'
not to put of till the morrow those we could
do to-day. Too often had sudden prosperity
Indicated chsnge-snd mighty small change
at that.
And so I lukked over our fellow passengers
as carefully as the conductor did, and for
tie same reason-to take toll OF thin.
They were a job lot, for the most part
cheap and m~iscellan'us, with two notable
exoepshms-I might say tree. Directly
opposite set q Teddy with .widder" writ
all over her In the bist Of black. Young
and beauchus, IL wan might judge by the
alluin' curves OF hat same writin', she
set reading her magazine, a pictur' of
studied repose from the polished tip Of her
tiny boot to the topmost c~rapeknot on her
Paris hat.
But onct, whin she raised the dainty little
veil, which seemed to give the wink to
grief 1 seen her bright eyes turn inquir-
ingly, a~pprovingly, to large. large seen il,
too, and he cleared his t'roat, and stroked
his m~ustaches, like an English lud at the
ryoes.
An up and upper, il there iver was wan;
bird at the brist OF luxury and nivcr weaned.
PrisintIy, whin she leaned for'ard to take a
jewelled bunbunyea ar from her bag the mag
azine slipped from the arm Of the chair. AS
l picked it up 1 read on the kiver, Mrs.
Louise The arle, Thearle Manor" and this
iudgmint was confummed.
-Thankee, my man. said she, with nice
Discrimination.
Mrs. Louise Thearle OF Thearle Manor
her name and fame had been too much in
the papers of the Coast not to open an liver
wide min vista Of high old times to my rap
terus view. Hadn't her old husband died,
leavin' her his millyuns as a partial ricom-
pinse for the loss? Hadn't his relatives con-
listed the will unly to have her kipe the pot,
and the wonders thereof
And mustn't she now be speedin' to the
East, like the special limited itself, to make
I'D for lost time? Why, thin, shudn't we jine
in the hing-Jarge be her sid and me de-
~corously cavortin' a few PAGES to the rear?
I handed out this bit OF informashun and
it's inivitable i~nf'rince to large, whin we
was togedder in our private smoking
salong.
She'll keep for lack Of the better I hev
already in me minds eye, Horash, I" he said
Anguidly.
thought for a moment, and thin recalled
m odder. my double excipshun.
sMeanin' f.. Nixon, NJ. D., and his daughter
Anne. from India, TO wit, " / suggested,
Il see you've been studyin' the luggage
20 some effeck, Smithers," retarted large.
not Ill pleased. well. If the travellin'
public will insist on exhibitin' their material
histhry in labels they must take the conse-
quence. What do you make Of thim?"
-Mummies is irish in comparison" 1
answered. Il niver seen seen a dissicated
pair. They ought to avide a high wind
for fear OF BLOWN In zach odder's eyes,
that they ought"
-Of course, that comes from the wan
bunntn' the midnight oil for years, and the
odder settin' up to put 1t out. But haven't
you noticed somethin' more to our pint
Of view?'
thought It wore his medicine chest"
And that was why he TUX It into meals
and TO bed with him, keepin' it cluser than
a babby on a string? Well, l don't know
but you're right, arter all, Smithers. 1t
dooes contain m~edicine-the most concin-
tated, life giyin' elixir in the world, a cure
for livery Ill, a source for livery j'y. Listen.