Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-07

~ ss Hss p.ae-,.eorss. in tn.
~ register Of births OF the parish
of Marylebone. London. as
plain William Perkins. but favored with
his exalted title by the other stable boys
of the Mallory quarters-dropped the
sponge with which he had been perform
ing the morning toilet of one Of his thor
oughbred charges. and drew himself UP
to the full height of his FIVE feet nothing
as he gazed at his fellow helper with in
credulous indignation.
Il mean jest what / said.' responded
the Shrimp. otherwise James Mitchell
who claimed Newark. n. j.. as his natal
city. IF she don't pay me them five
bones by Saturday I'll ask the old CONAN
for EN-
Il s'y." demonstrated the Duke aghast,
eyer wouldn't split on the gal?'
''Sure's yer born!' declared the Shrimp.
complacently.
But
There amt no butts about 1t. Didn' t
she bet me yer mount d win In de trial
spin, and didn't she loseo An If I'd "a
plunks? OF course. An 1 want mine.
an. what's more. I'm goin' to have de
money. She might "a knowed yer
couldn't ride horse an that she'd lose
anyhow"
Me not ride an 'orsen'
That's what l said. Take my tip.
Dock. de next time we has a race don't
get on its back: get inside
The Duke at this deadly insult Redeemed
to the tip of his little turned-up nose, and
his fists closed convulsively. but he re-
strained himself.
Hill be winnin' the Futurity or the
Derby when you're scrapin a canal
moke.' he said.
Then n the S1hiect Of fhe{r
conversation. he continued. insinuatingly:
That ere bet weren't serious; it wus
on'y lark. Yer know. Shrimp"
Lark nothin, 1t was bet fair an
square, and ] wants me money"
But Miss NoraS daown the pan. She
amt got ii. She told yer So
She amt. amt she. Dyer believe
that dope. yer bughouse? Besides. if she
Well" commented the Duke. disgust
e6ly. Il allus knowed you wus several
kinds o things but I never thought you
WIS bloomin sneak"
Il don't what youse want ter butt
in fer anyway declared the Shrimp
waxing angry in turn. 1t amt none o
your funeral. Why don't yer pay it yer
self II you're blamed anxious about
ite l wouldn't believe dat girl under
oath. She can't have me fer no sucker. .
When you speaks of a lydy before me
benny lydy. dy' ear?-you speak respeck-
full commanded the Duke. with danger.
Gus dignity and quietness.
Nora a lady. Aw. come off. Yer
gives me de willies wild yer airs re-
forted the Shrimp. Il have a bunch
you're stuck on her. yer chump.
The idea seemed TO tickle him.
Stuck on Nora, oh. lor'! Look who's
stuck on her" he chuckled. The Dock
in love an stuck on Nora,
And he burs. into roar of uncontroll-
able laughter.
Strike me dead, You sly tibet as'ir
an I'll pull yer boko." said the Duke. go
ing over to him menacingly
The Shrmp's hilarity ceased abruptly
You'll pull me boko. I guess nit. See
me lick de stuffin' out'n yer.'
In the fierce setto that ensued without
further waste of breath and with light
ming rapidity there were no calls for
time. nor was there any thought OF
conforming 20 the rules which are sup
posed to govern fstic encounters. save
and except that one prohibitory OF hitting
below the belt. the observance of which
IL instructive among boys as among mep
in whom the Anglo-Saxon spirit OF fair
play il implanted
The Duke was getting decidedly the
worst of the impromptu duel The Shrimp
in the parlance of the fancy. had got his
weaker opponents head lin chancery
and was utilizing his advantage yigor.