Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-12-07

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tie. so tried to put you wise. Wish
you success ut your graft, whatever
it is. Come and have a drink, any
| how"
II wouldn't mind havin' a glass of
lager beer" acknowledged the other.
They went to Il cafe frequented by
men with smooth faces and shifty eyes
and sat at their drinks.
I'm glad l come across you. mis-
ter" said Haylocks. How'd you like
to play a game or two OF seven up?
I've got the keerds."
He fished them out of Noah's valise
"a rare, inimitable deck. greasy with
bacon suppers and grimy with the soil
of corn6elds
"Bunko Harry" laughed loud and
briefly.
Not for me. sport" he said firmly.
II don't go against that makeup Of
yours for cent. But still say you've
overdone it. The Rubes haven't dress
ed like that since 70. l doubt if you
could work Brooklyn for a key wind
ing watch with that layout"
"Oh. you needn't think l amt got
the money" boosted Haylocks. He
drew forth a tightly rolled mass Of
bills as large as teacup and laid it on
the table.
Got that for my share of grandmoth-
er's farm" he announced. There's
$3.50 in that ROLL Thought I'd come to
| the city and look around for likely
business to go into"
"Bunko Harry" took up the roll of
| money and looked at it with almost re-
spect in his smiling eyes
1--WE seen worse he said critically.
| But you'll never do it in them clothes.
You want to get light tan shoes and
| black suit and straw hat with COL
ored band and talk good deal about
| Pittsburg and freight differentials and
| drink sherry for breakfast in order
to work off phony stuff like that
"What's his line?" asked two or
| three shifty eyed men Of "Bunko
Harry" after Haylocks had gathered
up his impugned money and departed.
THE queer, guess" said Harry. ''or
some guy with a new graft. He's too
much hayseed. Maybe that his-I Won
! der now-oh no. it couldn't have been
real money"
Haylocks wandered on. Thirst prob
! ably assailed him again, for he dived
into dark groggery on side street
| and bought beer. Several sinister fell
lows hung upon one end of the bar.
At first sight of him their eyes bright
| ened but when his insistent and ex-
aggerated rusticity became apparent
their expressions changed to wary sus-
| picion.
Haylocks swung his valise across the
| bar.
! Keep that awhile for me, mister"
he said. chewing at the end Of vir-
ulent clayban cigar. I'll be back
| after l knock around a spell. And
| keep your eye on it. for there's $3.50
inside of it. though maybe you
wouldn't think so to look at me-"
Somewhere outside photograph
struck up band piece. and Haylocks
! was off for it, his coattail buttons
| Topping in the middle of his back
"Divvy. Nike" said the men hang
ing upon the bar. winking openly at
| one another.
Honest, now" said the bartender,
kicking the valise to one side. You
don't think I'd fall to that. do you?
Anybody can see he amt no jay-one
of McAdoo's come-on squad. l guess.
He's shine if he made himself up.
There amt no parts of the country
now where they dress like that
When Haylocks had exhausted the
resources Of Mr.. Edison to amuse he
returned for bis valise. And then
down Broadway be galliyanted. Gull
ing the sights with his eager blue eyes.
But still and evermore Broadway re-
jected him with curt glances and sar-
donic smiles. He was the Oldest of the
gags" that the city must endure. He
was SO 1agrantly impossible. so ultra
rustic. so exaggerated beyond the most
freakish products of the barnyard. the
bayfield, and the vaudeville stage that
he excited only WEAKNESS and sus-
picion. And the wisp of hay in his
hair was SO genuine. so fresh and
redolent of the meadows. so clamor-
ously rural that even shell game man
would have put up his peas and fold
ed his table at the sight of it.
Haylocks seated himself upon fight
of stone steps and once more exhumed
his roll Of yellow backs from the va
lise. The outer one, twenty, be
shucked off and beckoned to a news
boy.
Son." said be. run somewhere and
get this changed for me- I'm mighty
: nigh out of chicken feed. | guess you'll
get nickel if you'll hurry up
hurt look appeared through the
dirt on the newsy's face.
law, watchert'ink! G'wan and get
/ yer funny bill changed yerself. Dey
amt no farm clothes yer got on
G'wan wit yer stage money"
On a corner lounged keen eyed
steerer for a gambling house. He saw
Haylocks. and his expression suddenly
grew cold and virtuous
"Mister.' said the rural one. i've
: heard of places in this here town
where fellow could have good
game Of old sledge or peg a card at
keno. l got $3.50 in this valise. and |
[ come down from old Ulster to see the
sights. Know where a fellow could
get action on about nine or ten dollars
J I'm goin' to have some sport. and the1