The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1907-01-17
a hive. Ne an Mag waited a bit an
then slid in wild tn mob and nobody

IA hive. Ne an Mag waited a bit an
then slid in wild tn mob and nobody
said word.
1--WE wandered around while, keep
in an eye open fer the store cop, and
finally | spots me meat-a big fat
woman wild her hands covered wild
sparklers an juicy lookin' grip in
her hand that | figgered ought to be
good fer a couple of hundred anyway.
THE fat one she wandered around
and around, wild me and Mag on de
trail, lookin' careless but jest waitin'
fer chance to get busy wit tn va.
lise. Finally, she stops at the glove
counter an sets down to look EN-
over.
II gives Mag tn wink an den I
sides in aside her and plunks me
hand cage down by hers. Say, but
she trowed me a frosty face, and it
was all l could do to keep from
laughin', folt so good.
Says to the pink Completed doll
benin the counter, Show me some
so cent mitts please and, jest as she
was toinin' Mag got busy and trun
It.
"Well say, my fat frien she jest
give one screech an turned aroun' to
see what was goin' on. While she and
everyone else was rubberin' I grabbed
her cash box, leavin' mine there in
place of it, an walked away. Nag was
ct; hnlI to- DIx,
else as near as l could make out. Peo-
pie was a runnin' ev'ry which way an,
in the rumpus, jest KEEP walkin' an
walkin' and pretty soon l walked
out the door with Mrs. Van Fatty
bilk's grip in my hand an my old car
pet sack of brown paper layin' back
there on tn counter beside 'er.
"'Gee,' l said to myself, this is too
easy. If this keeps up I'll be swell
myself soon an l Rugged that fat
valise just like it was a baby.
well, l walked kind O. slow to tn
corner, but after that you bet l went
some, a swearin' for joy at ev'ry step
an wonderin' how many piannys I'd
get wild tn Doodle an swell toys and
odder tings.
Wen | reached de dump where we
hangs out | sneaked up stairs into tn
room, buttoned tn door tight an den
l set there, a lookin', lovin' like, at
that grip an my mouth jest a waterin'.
My! how tickled | was!
Il was jest gettin' ready to bust it
open an feast my eyes, when Mag
came up tn stairs, lickety-split. Well
we clinches an laughs an den cries
an, finally, we goes after tn Doodle.
Il opened it up very cautious, so dat
none of tn diamonds can roll out onto
tn floor, an say, you can't guess wot
was in it. Money? No. Jew'lry? Nit
Gold, bonds an diamonds? Not on
your picture SAY there wasn't moth
in in that lynn deceitful 20 dollar car
pet bag but a big bundle of tracks
You know what tracks is-them
things tn w. c. T. U. and tn Y. NJ
C. A. gives to us poor heathens in
stead of a sandwich an a cup O cot
fee.
Il pulled out bunch and looks at
'em. Wat kind O. a life are you liv.
in an Lynn is the root Of all evil an
more like that. | handed a few over
to Mag, in case she should feel neg
lected, and went on.
"Nay down at tn bottom was two
copper pennies an = postage stamp
that had been used. That was all. ]
see at once dat Mrs. Van Astor had
only been out shoppin' an dat we had
made a mistake in pickin' her out as
an easy mark She was wise gazabe
all right an we was the marks.
"Well, 1 looked at Mag an Mag
looked at me an neither of us said a
word. Ten | takes all dem valuables
tracks, pennies an all, an l puts EN-
back in tn valise. After that | opens
a winder an heayes it out an | only
hopes whoever foun' it got more JOY
out of it than | did.
81 never come so near bein' rich In
my life, all right, but heart disease
runs in our family so me an Mag went
back to tn old game. It's less ex'
citin'. but there's more in il"