The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1906-12-02

an goes around searchin' for an ode
| sized one that'll fit him. We three mel
on that berg had stomachs. Robust
| healthy stomachs. In fact. the sailo
chap. he was at that tender time 0
life when the stomach gets just thu
| slightest bit of swell to it, an begin!
to look prominent, like a bell front
| All he wanted was a string tie ovel
a white vest an he would have looked
| the skipper Of a trust company, OIL
maybe the religious end of a bank.
| "Speakin of bein' hungry,
| but that's another story. However
| Simms Foraker came to me later in the
| day He looked sad an pinched.
Have ye noticed anytime he says
| to me.
1 feel absent I suggested.
1t increases he complains.
Then he hunched up close to me-the
cant sea. an he whispers: of course
to make it look all right We'll have to
draw lots
Sure I replies, onto him imme-
date. just as if he had proposed beef
an onions. But don't make any mis-
take
l
81 Tt amt that I'm afeerd o. myself,
boss, but I'm thinkin' that you
might get the short slip, an darn me,
but I've got an idear that you re
tougher n all the tough steaks in Chi
cago.'
"Simms Foraker grins. Never fear
for that he says, complacent. An
then l remembers that in his youth
decent game close to a circus. Simms
Foraker winks at me.
Notice his choice cuts. over there
he says. jerking his head at the Bri-
fish chap.
Prime says I, testing the edge of
my knife.
An SO We made preparations for
the feast. Don't look at me that way,
pardner. cause you've never been
marooned on an iceberg, with a wild
hamburger gnawin' at the inside of
We, and you feelin' every minute that
it II make hole. We sure were hun
cry
But why did MT you go after the
bear-bear-steak is good. so I've been
told often" This was my suggestion
to Benson.
Benson shook his head.
He was a strong, lusty lookin' bear,
an we had idears that he might OBJ
ject strenuous. Sides, them bears,
white ones, live on fish, and their meat
amt none too tempting. We picked
the best that the market afforded, al
ways. did me n Sinms Foraker. Simms
Foraker, he counted on the square
fairness O. the Briton. He had read
about it. Says he to me, confident;
The Briton is fair. He may be slow. !
dumb, heavy. blink-eyed, an maybe he +,
memor zes two jokes in lifetime
likewise, his langwidge is sure curious
when We first hear it. but, dad slam !
me! he is fair. You've got to admit
it. The square deal policy O. the Bri- ,
ton is almost as wide known as Ted !
dy's, only they don't talk so much .
about it. A civil service commissioner
recruited from slummin' novelist
Amt one-two-six with a Briton.
No! This short slip, which l have
prepared for his share o. the
gate receipts, will make him beam on !;
is two poor unfortunates with a ceies-
ial joy born of benevolence.'
And all these words were flung on
ne by Simms Foraker. 1 wilted, but
treasured secret mistrust. KNOWN /
Simms Foraker as / did, an also know
n his past when booster with the
,ome-on outfit, could MT believe that
lis confidence would deceive him to
hat degree. I let's him alone in his
glory, though. But / had seen Britons
before, an they weren't none easier =
han a Western Maryland farmer, an {,
Western Maryland farmer is the de-
pair o. the profession. So I unraveIs a
'iece o. my sock, an starts a private
ism industry over a side of the beach.
3ime-by l ketches SOM thin resembling
lsh, an I shuts my eyes, thinks hard,
N tries to be comfortable. You
Ion't know how easy it is to convince
our poor silly stomach that it's befn'
ed. Christian Science ought to begin
It that end O. the game, an they'd
uild bakeries instead O. memorial tenn
les. But Simms Foraker, he goes jap
ng ahead counting on the bloomin' up :
ightness O. the Briton.
In about an hour, he yells: All ;
lands forward to the maindeck.' The
British chap was off by himself, think
ng of home. The noble British tar ad-, ,
ances. He was getting bit fine.
imms Foraker makes a speech to us, ,
astin' about five minutes. weavin' into .
such sentiment as-England ex-
ects every man to do his duty an
UGH slush.
1t was mighty impressive Then he ;
prings it.
The noble British tar agrees and
here are tears in his eyes. Simms
foraker gives to me the old-time
ooster's glance. which meant the
light hand slip for mine, an I draws.
olemn. 1t sure put me right back to
Id days again, with the corn-tassels
ghtin' their way up to the table,
money in each hand. Then the noble
British tar gives a look at his Slip.
axes pike at mine, an a peep at
he one in the mitt of Simms Foraker.
Ie breaks the quiet.
Hits a steer,' he yells, ferocious,
You're scrogging mel
An with that slogan, he gives
;yopoc Foraker elm on the law with