Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1908-07-17

I've got to get living. Maybe you'd
better take me on salary for a spell.
l don't want to tie up for long. Wait.
You needn't give me cent If 1 don't
put your business here in a paying ba-
sis. When l do want a reasona BILE
share Of the profits. What do you
sayT
The little man stared at him.
you beat anything l ever say" he
said Where did you learn that ven
trlloqual business?"
The boy laughed.
"Out In the woods" he answered.
II was cutting wood last fall, and. be-
ing alone, 1 fell to trying tricks with
my voice. Pretty soon found could
talk to myself In quite sociable fash
ion."
TIL give you job right away " the
terms you MENTION" said the little pro-
prietor. what do you propose to do
to help the businessf"
Il propose to look around the park
first Of all" the boy replied. an come
back again little later"
you'll be sure to comeT
I'll come" said the boy as he turned
and walked away.
The attendance was large In the park
that evening. And those who strolled
near the Carter booth noticed that the
little proprietor had labeled his dolls
There were only ave of them now,
and above the quintette stretched n
placard which announced in large let
ters that they were the Original Goose
berry Family. There were Pa Goose
berry and Ma Gooseberry and Little
Willie and Sister Sue and Aunt Jane
Tommy Carriers weak eyes almost
sparkled as he chanted the merits of his
show.
Fright this way" he called, IAN take
a whack at the only original Goose
berry family. Three throws for a nick
ell. There's Sister Sue and Aunt Jane.
too. You can't miss 'em." And he
turned around and winked at Jim Har-
rison, who was standing back ready to
gather up the balls.
His voice was so CHEEKY that a little
crowd speedily gathered and the first
nickel was rendered
The marksman drew back his arm.
Stop, sir% cried Aunt Ja24 In
high, cracked roiee. Would you strike
a ladyS"
"Wh-what's thatT stammened the
marksman.
Take ON Of your own size" said
Aunt Jane; hit the boy"
The crowd roared and the marksman
threw wild. He threw Wild with the
second ball and the third, and then he
bought six more.
"Why, that's Pelag Saunders" SAID
Pa Gooseberry. "HoYdedo, Peleg?"
Again the crowd roared and again
and again the chuckling marksnlan
threw wild.
1t was big crowd now, and all the
newcomers wanted to see and hear the
talking dolls. The nickels streamed IN
and there were dimes, too, and even
quarters.
"Hit me If you can," screamed Sister
Sue. II don't care! l don't care"
"She's nailed on" said Little Willie.
Naughty! naughty" cried Aunt
lane.
"Bow, WOW, woww barked Little
Willie, and the bark was so fierce and |
20 natural that the man with the ball |
jumped and almost hit Tom.
ny Carter in the ear.
And the crowd roared with laughter
Ind pressed in closer.
"'Tis tn last rose of summer" sang
VA Gooseberry In cracked soprano.
Hit her! hit her" shouted the I'M
lutiful Willie.
But every thrower who came for
ward was so convulsed with laughter
hat anything like good craftsmanship
vas impossible. Old Tommy Carriers
took Of cheap cigars was scarcely bro
zen into.
And still the crowd pressed forward
nd still the nlckels and dimes poured
q.
"Gettin' tiredT" Tommy Carter found
he opportunity to ask the boy.
The latter Strengthened up with a
all In his hand.
mo-" he answered. "this Is only fun.
lows the financial basisG
ITS nickel plated an a yard wide"
huckled Tommy Carter.
what very HANDSOME young
lan," said Aunt Jane in her mlncing
ones as the next thrower poised the
all.
Don't you believe a word she SAYS"
dyised little Willie.
''Willyuml" said Pa Gooseberry Sc
erely.
Dodge, pa, dodge" shouted Little
Vile. THAT'S the champeen thrower
akin aim at you'll"
And the crowd roared, and the nick
Is flowed in, and Tommy Carter wore
n indelible smile, and the biggest
rowd in the park pressed around and
ought for chances to throw.
And when the time was up and the
Ig bell over the main gate sounded the
gnal for clearing the grounds, the
rowd reluctantly dispersed.
Tommy Carter turned and caught the
~ by the shoulder.
you're all right, lad" he said, ana
is voice broke a little. You're all
ght, pardner."
The boy had suddenly turned at Tom
US words. Now he just as suddenly
irned back.
why. it's Col. Temple" cried Aunt