New-York tribune., 1909-05-09

quake But Booth Montague done it-knocked him
plumb out Of water. Peter actually turned white
Great he began, and then stopped and
swaIered. 'rHankT' he says and set down In
chair.
THE same" says Montague, waving the star
board extension of the checkerboard Petey' II
does me good to set my eyes on YOU bspecldiiS
now when you're the real thing"
Brown never answered for a minute Ihen ne
canted over to port and reached down into MS
pocket We'll" says he, "hOw much|
But Hank or Booth Montague-whatever MS
name was-he waved his fipper disdalnful- \un-
nun-nun-no, Petey, my son., he says slliiii'e
..It amt how much?' this time. When 1 heard
how you'd rung the bell the first shot out the 9oN
and was rolling in coin, said to myself; here
where the PROD comes back to his own. We come
to live with you Petey, and you pay the 1reish'
Peter Jumped cut of the chair Live WIN me
he saws You Friday evening amateur hlsht:
It's back to Ten Nights in Barroom ior yours
he says. .,, =,
..Oh, no. it ain't!' says Hank, cheerful 'ItI be
hack to Pepper Dillaway and Belle Nheh L zen
'em I'm your little cousin Henry and how you ana
me worked the territories together-why-"e"'
guess tbereu be gladness round the dear home
nest: hey?'
Peter didn't say nothing. Then he fetched long
breath and Tnotioned with his head TO Cap n Jola-
dab and me- We see weren't invited 10 tle
Torn1v reunion so we went out and shut the door.
But we did pity Peter; 1 snum II we didnt L
II was most an hour afore Brown come out OF
that room. When he did he took Jonadao ana nle
b,. the arm and led US out back of the oaTh-
..F'ellers" he says, sad and mournful that-
that plaster cast in crazy quilt he says REFER
-ine, IN Montague lis a cousin OF mine Tlat the
living truth" says he. ''and the only excuse can
make is that 'taint my fault He's my COUSIN al
right and his names Hank Schmults, but the
sooner YOU box that fact UP in your forgetory the
smoother twill be for yours dreariy, Peter t.
Brown He's to be Mr.. Booth Montague, the cele-
brated English poet longs he hangs out at the
Old Home: and hes hang out here untiI-weIl'
until | can dope a way TO get rld OF MN
We didn't say nothing for a minute-just thought
Then Jonadab says kind OF puzzled: What makes
you call him poet?" he says
Peter answered pretty snappy; Cause there
only two or three jobs that long haired image
like him could hold down" he says. I'D call him
a musician II he could play 'Bedelia on jews
harp; but he can't. SOS he's got 10 be a poet
And aspoet he was for the next week or so. Peter
drove down Wellmouth that night and bought
respectable black clothes and the folering
morning when the celebrated Booth Montague
come sailing into the dining room. with his curls
brushed back from his forehead and his new cut
away on, and his wrists covered up with clean
cuffs blessed If he didn't look distinguished-at
least that's the only word can think OF that fills
the bill. And he talked beautiful language. not
like the slang he hove at Brown and US in the
gents parlor.
Feter done the honors introducing him to and
the Stumptons as a friend who'd come from Eng
land unexpected, and Hank ne po"eu anu sCIdpeu'
and looked absent-mindcd and crazy-like a poet
ought TO- Oh ne done well at It. You could see
that twas Just pie fer him
And twas pie for IIaudina, too Being, as said.
kind of green concerning men folks, and likewise
taking to poetry Ike a to fish. she just fairly
gushed over this fraud. She'd reel off couple Of
fathom Of verses from felleIs named Spenser or
Waller OF such like, and he'd never turn a hair.
but back he'd and say they was good but
he preferred Confucius. or Methuselah. or some
body so antique that she nor nobody else ever
heard of EN- Oh he safe course. and he
had her in tow afore they turned the first mark.
Jonadab and me got worried We see how things