The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1908-11-29

'IIe looked me over as If he thought
had the jubjubs
:" 'Frisked myself? said he. What are
you giving me? What dye think 1 am,
anyhow?
" You're one O. these here roxy souses,
says I good natured like, for had him
figured out by this time, having stacked
up against lots like him before. You've
got it all on you, only you don't know it.
Make a good search of yourself and you'll
find it all, exceptin maybe the dust you've
passed over to the mixers
"He didn't look as if he took much
stock in that suggestion, but all the same
he began to make another overhaul of his
duds When he came to the left-hand in
side pocket of his vest and felt around
there he let out a chuckle.
DANCED If you amt right! says he.
1.-THE whole layout was in that pocket
roll, watch, ring and pin.
You see, he belonged, as I told him he
did, to that crafty kind of buns that get
a light into their conks once in while
when they're juggling with the red stuff,
and while they have these glimmers size
1t up that they're liable to get touched
or rolled and then deliberately stuff the
junk away in some part of their clothes.
.Iye trucxed hundreds of 'em like that,
that are foxy enough, even when they
look like they're all in, to stick big bills
that they have on em away under the
sweabands of their bonnets and plant
them under the collars, and even stuff EN-
in their shoes-and then after snooze
forget all about where they've sailed their
stuff And these are just the chaps to
jump to the idea that they've been frisked
and stick up the long yell that caDpy mas
done the frisking.
a wanted
business of that end of it he'd have
chances to eat alive in this mans town.
You know these ducks that get liberal
when they stow a mess of high ones I'M
der their weskits? Well, we're the peo-
pie that have the handling of lot of
them, and we could do 'em out of their
eyeballs if we wanted to-not saying at
that that some of the bunch don't grab
these chances.
"I had one Of these give-it-all-away
mugs week or so ago. He was young
chap I'd occasionally picked up on his
whirls around. Well, after I'd had him
around, him sleeping for about three
hours this last thine, he gives rap for
me to pull up, and when I jump down an
peek in at the door, says he:
"'Bill, you're good people. that's what
you are, and you'll do. You run for muh.
But say, Bill, your front amt right. 1t
amt blossomy enough That being the
case, here Bill, take this wad and go get
yourself fixed up with a hull lot of clothes
and gear and truck and things
"Then he handed me a roll as big as a
summer squash, full of the gallery kind
ffties and the like didn't reach out for
1t, knowing that the young fellow was
pretty gay with hisself, but says
Better plant that in your inside kick
boss. 1t might git lost, and then you'd
! be chuckin' cobbes at me when you came
out of some Turkish bath somewheres.'
Plant nothin',' says he, pig-headed
like. You need it more'n I do, and If you
don't grab onto it I'll come out there AND
paste you one
'Well he having that kind of case Of
swivels, took the roll just as he handed
| II to me, and stuffed 1t into an inside kich
without looking at it This made a hi
with him and he told me to touch him VI
| for more when I'd blown that for rairnen,
| for myself.
."rhen 7 druv him to Turkish BATH
| and TUX him in. When the man behind
the desk asked me If he had any valua
| bles outside of his watch and rocks, sale
| no; and the young fellow went back t.
| the boiling works and got fixed up. I tolt
/ the bath man that I'd call for him at II
| the morning.
AThe young chap was waiting for mi