The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1909-01-28

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he to the banker" and look out for
everything, Charlie. I'm going out for
q stroll In the glen before the moon
light fades from the brow Of the clin.
II anybody finds the roof In their way
there's $4,000 wrapped In comic sup
plement in the upper left hand cor
ner of the safe. Be bold. Everywhere
be bold. but be not bowled over.
Night"
l found myself between two twenty
dollar gold certificates. One Of 'em
says to me:
well, old shorthorn, you're in luck
tonight You'll see something Of life.
Old Jacks going to make the Tender
loin look like a Hamburg steak"
Explain" says l. ''I'm used to
joints, but l don't care for filet mignon
with the kind of sauce you serve"
Excuse me-" said the twenty. "Oid
Jack is the proprietor of this gam
bling house. He's going on whiz to
night because he offered $4,000 to q
church and 1t refused to accept it be-
cause they said his money was taint-
ed"
"What Is a church," 1 asked.
"Oh, / forgot says the twenty,
that was talking to a tenner. OF
course you don't know. You're too
much to put into the contribution bas-
ket and not enough to buy anything
at bazaar. A church is-a large
building In which penwipers and tidies
are sold at $40 each"
I don't care much about Ginning
with gold certificates. There's streak
of yellow In 'em. All Is not gold that's
quitters
Old Jack certainly was a gilt edged
sport. When 1t came his time to loosen
up he never referred the waiter to an
actuary.
By and by 1t got around that he was
| shifting the rock In the wilderness. and
| all along Broadway things with cold
noses and hot gullets fell in on our
trail. The third jungle book was there
waiting for somebody to put covers on
It. Old Jacks money may have bad q
taint to 1t; but, all the same. he had
orders for his Camembert piling up on
him every minute. First his friends
rallied round him. and then the fellows
that his friends knew by sight. and
then few Of his enemies buried the
hatchet, and finally be was buying
souvenirs for SO many Neapolitan ash.
er maidens and butterfly octets that
the head walters were phoning al
over town for Julian Mitchell to please
come around and get them into some
kind of order.
At last we foated into an uptown
cafe that knew by heart. When the
Hodcarriers' union Ia jackets and
aprons saw us coming tbe chief goal
I kicker called out, "Six. eleven. forty
two, nineteen. twelve" to his men, and
they put on nose guards till It wal
clear whether we meant Port Arthur Ol
Portsmouth But Old Jack wasn't
working for the furniture and glass
factories that night. He sat dowz
quiet and sang "Ramble" In hall
hearted way. His feelings had beer
hurt. SO the twenty told me. becauss
his offer to the church had been re
fused.
But the wassail went on. and Brad,
himself couldn't have hammered tn
thirst mob into better imitation o
the real penchant for the stuff tina
you screw out Of bottle with nap
kin.
Old Jack paid the twenty above M
for a round. leaving ME on the 0utsid
of his roll. He laid the roll on th
table and sent for the proprietor.
mike" says he. here's money tha
the good people have refused. Will
buy of your wares in the name Of tn
devil? They say it's tainted
"It WILL" says Mike. land I'll put
In the drawer next to the bills tha