Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1907-03-28
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leaned up against the $2,OOO par In
Little Jakes"
milk" said Red" without even a
grin to show that he was joking. "A
big glass OF milk, and, say, Johnny,
put chunk of ice in 1t, will you?"
Milk" | yelled, when I'd recovered
my breath. Say what do you think
this is? A dairy or a kindergarten
Nav, on the dead, Billy, that order
goes. Milk or nothn' for mine
you remember the night Jim Hicks
was elected alderman of the Seventh
by clean thousand he went on.
We'll, ] was Jim's manager, and when
il was all over had roll big enough
to choke COW with That night |
started out to discolor the town, and
guess succeeded in putting on little
paint, for lost track of the roll, my
self and everything else.
when | finally came to IL was early
in the morning and was sitting on a
cold curb stone. way out in the sub
urbs somewhere or other. When
tried to think, my skull creaked like
an old rusty windmill and the effort
gave me headache from the back Of
my neck to the root OF my nose.
Il discovered that my total assets
consisted OF two lone coppers In my
pants pocket and lemon yellow taste
in my mouth, as IL I'd been drinking
ochre paint. wasn't exactly sure
that | hadn't been, either.
my gray matter was just beginning
to get busy when caught sight of a
cop, away down the street, coming
my way, and knew II didn't make a
quick sneak It would be ten dollars
or ten days all right enough.
Naturally | didn't take to that
idea, but what could / do? My head
was buzzing like a 39-cent alarm
clock and my legs wouldn't locomote,
so, after trying to stand on them a
couple of times, / just gave groan
and fell back on the curb. Hot propo-
sition, wasn't 1t? No money, no
brains, no nothing but nerve, and that
was leaking fast. shut my eyes and
say picture of little Willie all logged
up in the stars and stripes, without
any stars, doing the lockstep. Just
then heard the rattle of horses hoofs
on the pavement, and l opened my
weary eyes to see swell-looking car
riage coming my way, and coming
fast
Nov, say / don't know what
crazy idea popped into my head-any-
thing to get out of that cops grasp, l
suppose-but / made up my mind to
get into that rig II ] got hung for it
afterward. BY grabbing onto lamp
post finally got braced up on those
wobbly pins OF mine and ready for
business. The carriage came tearing
along on my side of the street and,
when she got little nearer, saw that
the door was wide open and that
helped some. considering the condition
was in. Well. as she went by, not
three feet from the curbstone, gath
cred myself together and made dive
head first for the door, like we used
to do down at the old pond when we
were kids. OF course l landed pretty
much of heap amongst the cushions,
but EOt III any hc"I anu
box never heard a thing, he was so
busy making time.
We'll, when | got myself sorted out
of the mess, my head up where 1t be-
longed and my feet down on the floor,
/ discovered that | had the whole
thing to my lonesome, and not soul
in sight to let out roar at me getting
In so unceremoniously.
Easy money, all right says | ia
myself, and now all / need Is drink
to put on the finishing touches
with that l starts to look over the
outfit that had kidnapped me. The first
thing that caught my eye was a big
sign on the glass-a picture of an
eagle or some kind of fowl, with a
lot of foreign language underneath 1t
Then my optic lights on a gents hat
and coat lying on the opposite seat
and l leaned over and picked them
up. My eye! but they We're the rea
thing. The hat was one of those shiny
black stovepipes, and the coat-holy
smoke!-lined with fur and clear
down to your toes"
"'No use being cheap sport say!
/, so l puts on the lid first and theI
! wraps myself up in the chinchilla
Gee! but 1t felt good that morning
AS l was slipping it on, something
heavy In the pocket hit me a slap il
the ribs, and put my hand in to Sc,
what was doing. Say, talk about you
gold mines. First | dragged out
big fat pocketbook and then silve
mounted pocket flask.
Now money is money and it's goo
any old time, but liquor is apt to spoi
IL it's left too long, so just unscrewe
the top and-well / was awfully DIR
that morning. and | guess | prett
near emptied 1t before | stopped 70
breath. After that, just had sens
enough to see that the fat pocketboo
was lined with double KS and to rea
the name Percy De Crassweller' print
ed in gilt letters ON the outside.
"'Sure, says to myself, kind @
sleepy like, that's me. The Honorabl
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