The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1910-10-04

thought you ought to tone down lit
tie. so tried to put you wise. Wish
you success at your graft. whatever
Iit is Come and have drink. any
how
II wouldn't mind havin glass Of
lager beer" Acknowledged the other.
They went to cafe frequented By
men with smooth faces and shifty eyes
and sat at their drinks.
I'm glad come across you. mis-
ter" said Haylocks. How'd you like
to play 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 cornields.
"Bunko Harry laughed loud and
briefly.
| mot for me. sport" he said firmly.
Il don't 60 against that makeup Of
yours for cent. But still say you've
overdone it, The Rubes haven't dress
ed like that since 70. doubt If you
could work Brooklyn for key wind
ing watch with that layout
"Oh, you needn't think | amt got
the money" boosted Haylocks. He
drew forth a tightly rolled mass Of
bills as large as a teacup and laid 1t 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 60 into''
~Bunko Harry took up the roll of
money and looked at it with almost re-
spect in his smiling eyes
five seen worse he said critically
But you'll never do it in them clothes
You want to get light tan shoes and d
black suit and straw hat with a 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
whats his line?" asked two or
three shifty eyed men of "Bunko
Harry after Haylocks had gathered
lup his impugned money and departed
"The queer, l guess. said Harry. .'or
some guy with 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 GROCERY 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
l.ened. but when his insistent and ex-
aggerated rusticity became apparent
their expressions changed to wary sus-
lpicion.
Haylocks swung his valise across the
Iibar
Keep that awhile for me. mister .
he said. chewing at the end of yir-
ulent claybank cigar. Ill be back
| after | knock around q 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 a photograph
struck up band piece, and Haylocks
! was off for it. his coattail buttons
! Hopping i'll the middle of his back.
"Divvy.s 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 lone
of McAdoo's come-on squad. | guess
He's a 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 be
returned for his valise. And then
down Broadway he galIivanted. 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 dagrantly 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. a twenty. be
shucked off and beckoned to a news
boy.
Son. said he. 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.
A 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 q keen pvpd