Morris tribune., 1909-11-26

CUIuiuS " tuC ECdoAIS Va tIC ISJ pLldu
palmist from the sole Of me hand we've
been nominated to offset with good
luck the lines of trouble leading to
the niger man and the blond lady
with her feet crossed in the boat, be-
sides the financial loss of dollar sixty
five, all so far fulfilled according to
Hoyle."
The man stopped smoking and look
ed at me.
"Have We any amendments" he asks,
Ito offer to that statement. or are ye
one too? thought by the looks Of ye
We might have him in charge"
"None." says l to him, except that
! as one horseshoe resembles another so
are ye the picture of good luck as pre-
dicted by the hand Of me friend. If
not, then the lines of Danny's hand
may have been crossed, don't know"
There's two Of ye." says the man
with the nose, looking up and down
for the sight Of policeman. "I've
enjoyed your company immense.
Good night" With that he shoves his
cigar in his mouth and moves across
the street, stepping fast. But Tobin
sticks close to one side of him and me
at the other.
"Whatr' says he, stopping on the
opposite sidewalk and pushing back
his hat. 'Do ye follow me? I tell
ye." he says very loud, ''I'm proud to
have met ye. but it is my desire to be
rsI of off 70
"Do," says Tobin, leaning against his
sleeve. 'Do be off to your home And
/ will sit at the door of it till ye come
out in the morning, for the depend
ence is upon ye to obviate the curse
of the niger man and the blond lady
and the financial loss of the one-sixty-
fve'
"'Tis strange hallucinat tion,'' says
the man, turning to me as more
reasonable lunatic Hadn't We bet
ter get him homer?
Listen. man." says to him. "Dan-
ie Tobin is as sensible as he ever was.
Maybe he is bit deranged on ac-
count of having drink enough to dis
turb but not enough to settle his
wits, but he is no more than following
out the legitimate path of his super
stitions and predicaments, which will
explain to you" With that / relates
the facts about the palmist lady. and
how the finger of suspicion points to
him as an instrument of good fortune
''Now, understand" I concludes, "my
position. am the friend of me friend
Tobin, according to me interpreta-
tions. "Tis easy to be friend to the
prosperous, for it pays. 'Tis not hard
to be friend to the poor, for ye get
puffed up by gratitude and have your
picture printed standing in front of
a tenement with a scuttle Of coal and
an orphan in each hand. But it strains
the art Of friendship to be a true
friend to born fool. And that's what
Pm doing" says l, ''for, in my opin-
ion, there's no fortune to be read from
the palm Of me hand that wasn't print
ed there with the handle of a pick
And. though we've got the crookedest
nose in New York city. l misdoubt
that all the fortune tellers doing bust
ness could milk good luck from ye.
But the lines of Danny's hand pointed
to ye fair, and I'll assist him to ex-
pertinent with ye until he's convinced
ye're dry"
After that the man turns, sudden, to
laughing. He leans against corner
and laughs considerable. Then he
claps me and Tobin on the backs of
us and takes us by an arm apiece.
"'Tis my mistake" says he. "How
could be expecting anything so fine
and wonderful to be turning the cor
ner upon me? I came near being
found unworthy. Hard by" says he,
sis a cafe, snug and suitable for the
entertainment Of idiosyncrasies. Let
us go there and have drink while we
discuss the unavaflability Of the cate
gorical."
So saying, he marched me and To-
bin to the back room of a saloon and
ordered the drinks and laid the money
on the table He looks at me and To- |
bin like brothers of his, and we have |
the cigars.
''Ye must know" says the man of |
destiny. "that me walk in life is one |
that is called literary. wander abroad |
be night seeking idiosyncrasies in the |
masses and truth in the heavens above. |
When ye came upon me was in con-
of the elevated road in con-
junction with the chief luminary Of |
night. The rapid transit is poetry and
art, the moon but tedious, dry body |
moving by rote But these are pri-
vate opinions, for in the business Of
literature the conditions are reversed.
Tis me hope to be writing a book to
explain the strange things have dis
covered in life"
''Ye will put me in a book" says To
bin, disgusted. will ye put me in
oook?'
81 will not" says the man. for the
covers will not hold ye-not yet. The
best l can do is to enjoy ye meself.
FOR the time is not ripe for destroying |
he limitations of print. Ye would look
"a n+a stic in tvDe All alone hy mo- |