The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1907-05-01
in a box exploded, and I had my eye;
glasses blown off,"

in a box exploded, and I had my eye,
glasses blown off,"
Htmpy moved to the front Of the car
and sat down beside q man who had
been nodding with sleep. The banjo
box happened to bit his knee, and he
aroused and looked around and de-
handed to know who had kicked him.
Then his eyes fell upon Humpy and
the box, and he said:
"Boy, 1 don't like it at all. 1 believe
YOU are an anarchist and making ready
. to blow up this car"
"Banjos don't explode, do theyT'
asked Humpy, with a smile.
GA banjo, eh? And what are you
doing with a banjo"
Taking it up to a man on Harrison
street"
May Have Been Internal Machine.
"Um! It may be a banjo, and it may
be an internal machine. In these days
we can't be too careful. A grocer
asked me to open a can Of chicken the
other day, but I was too sharp for
him. When another fellow tried it, it
exploded. and blew his arm off. We
will look at that supposed banjo"
"But 1 was told not I'd open the box"
protested Humpy.
"Makes no difference, sonny. AS q
freeborn American citizen I've got a
right to know whether I'm riding with
dynamite or musical instruments.
Open upr
81 shan't do it. It's a banjo, and
you can believe pe or not"
"The plot thickens," whispered the
man as he assumed a knowing look.
And of a sudden he grabbed the box
and threw up the over Then an old
ish man who had been reading a paper
laid it aside and said:
81 don't know why you couldn't have
taken the. boys word"
81 trust no one," replied the other.
Rockefeller, Rogers and the rest OF
US can't tell what minute we must con-
front danger. It seems to be a banjo,
but is it one? Has it got dynamite
concealed in its stomach? Are we
about to be greeted with the strains Of
odd Dan Tucker or are we to be
hurled into eternity without "a mo-
ment's preparation"
"You talk like a fool! Give the boy
the box and stop fooling."
ooh, l talk like a fool, do I? Say,
now. you are an older man than I am,
and you are baldheaded and bow leg
ged, but you must apologize or thereW
be q row here"
Men Began Serapping.
"You go to with your apologies"
Then the two men rose up and began
scrapping. Humpy tried to get the
banjo box, but it went down on the
floor between them and was stepped
on. The conductor came running, two
Of the men passengers mixed in, and
five OF six women set up a screaming.
The row was over in five minutes, and
when Humpy could make out the ban
10 he saw only a few strings and
splinters Of wood.
"W-what am I going to dor he ask
ed Of the conductor, who had had his
nose skinned in the fracas.
"'Was it your banjo?
mo. I was taking it somewhere for
q music dealer"
"My son, you look innocent and lamb
like"
"And I am"
There is no banjo; there is no box.
As there is no banjo and no box, there
can be no delivery. 1t isn't your fault.
It Is what they call an act Of provi-
dence, and no n is responsible. Just
drop of the car as easy as you can and
> take that innocent and lamblike face
Of yours home. If your dear mother
r wants to know why you are pale faced
and shaky in the knees, tell her an
auto cut of your coattails. See?'
M. QUAD.