The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1910-10-11

You want to get light tan shoes and a
ored band and talk a good deal about
Pittsburg and freight differentials and
drink sherry for breakfast in order
to work of phony stuff like that"
whats his liner' 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, cor
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 groggery on a 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 a vir-
ulent claybank 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 a photograph
struck up band piece, and Haylocks
was off for it, his coattail buttons
Topping in the middle Of his back.
"Divvy, Mike" 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 his valise. And then
down Broadway he gallivanted 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 fagrantly 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 a 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, he
shucked off and beckoned to a news
boy.
son." said he, run somewhere and
get this changed for me. Pm mighty
nigh out of chicken feed l guess you'll
get nickel If you'll hurry up"
A hurt look appeared through the
dirt on the newsy's face.
CAV, 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 a keen eyed
steerer for gambling house. He saw
Haylocks, and his expression suddenly
grew cold and virtuous
Mister" said the rural one, 1--WE
heard Of places in this here town
where a fellow could have a good
game of old sledge or peg a card at
keno. got $3.50 in this valise, and I
come down from old Ulster to see the
sights. Know where a fellow could
get action on about nine or ten dollars?
I'm goin' to have some sport, and then
maybe I'll buy out business of some
kind"
The steerer looked panied and inves-
tigated white speck on his left fore
finger nail
Cheese it, old man." he murmured,
reproachfully. 'The central Office must
be bughouse to send you out look
ing like such gillie. You couldn't |
get within two blocks of sidewalk |