The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-06-01

az say, fellers, I'll admit you're all
kings, but for heavens sake concede
I'm only drummer from Buffaloi'
begged weak voice, and tall, thin
man, very much frightened, humbly
approached us, hat in hand, and stood
where the light filtered through the
window and made his angular form
look willowy.
"'Odds fish, but ye are petitioning
the wrong court. am only the un.
happy Monmouth groaned Tib.
Crazy as an owl!' whimpered tho
drummer. Say, king. help me to get
out Of this and I'll send you down the
best spring-tooth harrow made
well. sir, Tib was SO intent in
trying to recall his Monmouth lines
that ! had to take the drummer aside
and convince him OF our good inten-
tions and sanity. But, Lord, sir! he
was suspicious. He'd been cooped up
for three days and was beginning to
hear bees In his own belfry. But after
Id told him who was president and
had named the capitals of 30 states
he agreed we might be what we didn't
seem. For, he concluded, confiden
TALLY, II ever ! saw trihlng light
CLINT In a mans eye 1t is your part
ner's there
"'Alack day muttered Tib, plots
and more plots! Now, see here, chill
dren, we've got to play our parts unit
the general intellect of this towr
clears up a bit This head fanatic Is
some college professor, ] guess, ant
he's hypnotized himself into believing
for the moment that he's James o
England. Now we must humor hin
or he'll never recover. So, try ant
inhale the same kind of dope, and al
the first opening well leave blood,
Vile. Hi, you halberdier!' he cried
through the open window to one o.
the guards-'want to earn so cents?'
"The man jabbed at us playfully
with his spear and mumbled some
hing about the king.
"'See? cried Tib. the old one ha,
led these poor incompetents into be
lieving he's king and they are his sub
lects.' Then to the guard again. TAX
ing care to keep out of range: Whats
your name, fellow? Not your stag
name but your real name?'
The guard looked puzzled for ,
moment, and then replied. slowly
Why, was always called AL Smikins
but since the king come I'm Colone
xirke. That's me. Kirke.'
when did the king Gomez soothe,
Tib.
"Why, let's see. Yes, II was jus
before the blackness settled down
and the guard grinned triumphantly a
remembering thus much. Me and Jet
Bufkins, him that's my Lord Chic
Justice Jefreys now, had just go
back from selling some garden trucl
In Beanville. But | forgit. Their
amt any Beanville now. It's Brabant
and this is England. Hooray for Kin,
lanes! Stand back from that windeI
ye-poisonous critter!' and we all thre,
leaped aside just in time to escape be
Ing decorated with the pike. And
| ye git sassy RI climb in there an,
lcrrup ye,' warned the yeoman, in cor
| clusion.
'Gramercy for thy courtesy
growled Tib, rubbing his barke
knuckles. If ever | catch ye chasin
the stag at EpDing Wen have this ou
TO finish, my lad
Say, boss, sobbed the drummer
don't talk like that when we're alone
1t unhinges me. feel myself going
"a murrain take thee. Go to, tho
knave!' I sneerej.
Beautiful, Blly, beautiful cor
| graduated Tib. Lets wear the purpl
while we can AMI play our parts /
the finish. This l,oor varlet has sui
| mitted to captivity for three days an,
viii wind up by waiting on u foolis
counter for life. Now. sirrah, harI