Red River prospector. (Red River, Taos County, N.M.) 1900-190?, 1907-02-07
. A BUNDLE OF TRACTS
BY DR.. KNOX CALDWELL


lise. Finally, she stops at the glove
counter an sets down to look EN-
over.
81 gives Mag tn wink an den 1
sidles 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', l felt SO good.
Says I to the pink Completed doll
benin the counter, show nue. some
so cent mitts please and, jest as she
was toinin' Mag got busy and trun a
fit.
Well say, my fat frien' she jest
give n screech an turned aroun' to
see what was goin' on. While she and
everyone else was rubberin' l grabbed
her cash box, leavin' mine there in
place of it, an walked away. Mag was
still a hOllerin' an so was everybody
else as near as l could make out. Peo-
pie raj a runnin' ev'ry which way an.
in the rumpus, l jest KEEP a walkin' an
a walkin', and pretty soon 7 walked
out the door with Mrs. Van Fatty.
bilk's grip in my hand an my old car
pet sack of brown paper a layin' back
there on tn counter beside 'er.
"'Gee,' I said to myself, this is too
easy. If this keeps up I'll be a swell
myself soon an I Rugged that fat
valise just like it was a baby.
We'll, l walked kind O. slow to tn
corner, but after that you bet 1 went
some, a swearin' for joy at ev'ry step
an a 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
1 set there, a lookin'; lovin' like. at
that grip an my mouth jest a w%aterin'.
My! how tickled I was!
81 was jest gettin' ready to bust it
open an feast my eyes, when Mag
came up tn stairs, l~ickety-split. Well
we clinches an laughs an den cries
an, finally, we goes after tn Doodle.
81 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. M.
C. A. gives to us poor heathens in.
stead of a sandwich an a cup O. cot
fee.
81 pulled out a 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. I handed a few over
to Mag, in case she should feel neg.
lected, and went on.
Way down at tn bottom was two
copper pennies an a 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 a wise gazabe
all right an we was the marks.
"Well, l looked at Mag an Mag
looked at me an neither of us said a
word. Ten 1 takes all dem valuables,
tracks, pennies an all, an l puts EN-
back in tn valise. After that l opens
a winder an heaves it out an l only
hopes whoever foun' it got more joy
out of it than l 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 it,"
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