Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1910-02-25

he WAS Skipper and all hands or The
Cd Home House.
And the funny part of it was that
CID nau Dii.away was as much gone
o.; him Is thu rest For a self made
Amer. an article he was the worst
gone On this machine made imp0rta-
I, Il that ever You see. l s'p0se when
you've ct more money than YOU can
sferd frr straight goods You naturally
Z, il for buying curiosities; can't
Sc. no other reason.
Anyway, from the minute the count
come over the side II was "Goodby.
Peter" The foreigner was first oar
with the old man and general cOnSort
for the daughter. II worried Peter;
YOU could see that. He's set in the
/ barn with Jonadab and me- thinking.
thinking. and al at once he'd bust out:
"ElrSs that daEo's heart. | haven't
chummei in with the degenerate arts
tocracy much in my time, but some
where or other I've seen that chap be
fore Now, where where"
For the first two weeks the count
paid his board like Il major; then he
let it slide. But Peter got Lluer and
bluer.
One night we was In the setting
room-me and Jonadab and the count
and Ebcnczer The queen" and the
rest of the bOarders was abe1.
The count was spinning pigeon
English yarn of how he'd fought a
duel with rapiers. When he'd finished
Old Dillaway pounded his knee and
sung out:
That's business, That's the way to
fix EN-. No lawsuits. no argument, no
delays. Just take EN- out and punch
holes in 'em. Did you hear that,
Brown
YES. heard It," says Peter. kind
OF discontinued like. Fighting with
raZors, wasn't IT."
"What-a you say;' the count says,
bending for'ards.
MIR. Brown was mistaken. that's
ALL" says Dillaway. He meant "a
piers"
but why-a razors; why-a razors?"
says the count.
Now, l was watching Browns face,
and all mt once l see it light up like
you'd turned Il searchlight on 1t. He
settled back In his chair and fetched
a long breath as II he was satisfied.
Then he grinned and begged pardon
and talked blue streak for the rest
Of the evening.
Next day he told Jonadab and me
that he was going up to Boston that
evening on business and wouldn't be
back for day or so.
He was back again three nights aft
erward, and he come right out to the
barn without going nigh the house.
He had another Teller with him, kind
Of shabby dressed Italian man with
curly hair
''Fellers," he says to me and Jona-
dab. this Is my friend Mr. Macaroni.
Hes going to engineer the barber shop
for awhile"
Peter done let Of funny things the
next day. One of 'cm was to set
Teller painting Il side of the house by
the counts widow that didn't need
painting at AL. Ard when the Teller
quit for the night Brown told him to
leave the ladder where twas.
That evening the same crowd was
together in til. setting room. Peter
was as lively as cricket. talking. talk
ing. all the time BY and by he says:
ooh. say. l want you TO see the new
barber He can shave anything from
a note TO a porkypine. Come In here.
Chianti" he says. opening the door
and calling out. Il wait YOU"
And in come the new Italian man.
smiling and bowling. Well. we laughed
at Browns talk and asked the Italian
all kinds Of fool questions. and nobody
noticed that the count want saying
nothing. Pretty soon he gets up and
says he guesses he'll go to his room,
cause he feels sort of sick.
Now, that's too badr' says Brown.
Spaghetti. you needn't wait any
longer"
SO the other Italian went out too.
And then Peter T. Brown turned
'oooS anu t"ihcu tue WHY lie uOnc
when me and Jonadab first met him.
He just spread himself.
1t was just about quarter past 1
and we was laughing our heads Off at
one Of Browns jokes when out under
the back window there was 4 Jingle
and thump and a kind Of grooming
and wiggling noise
way.
Il shouldn't be surprised" says
Peter. cool as n mack'rel on ice, If
that was his royal highness the count"
He took up the lamp and we all
hurried outdoors and round the cor
ner. And there. sure enough. was
the count, sprawling on the ground
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