The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-10-08
REFORMING BINKs.
CHAPTER I.

Edward Mcrwin sat or tho edge OF
his bed and surveyed his new bunkie
with look OF surprise. mingled with
disgust But the newcomer smiled at
him in friendly way (Which was not
rcturned). He was short and chubby
and pert, with a mop of straight. black
hair, which hung in wisps upon his
forehead, and large. appealing looking
gray eyes. However, they did not APP
peal to Merwn, but with the air OF
martyr he said:
II suppose you arc the new man
from out East. and as we are to bunk
together. we might as we'll get ac-
quaintcd. What is your manor
They always called me Binks out
there" was the reply as the speaker
jerkcd his thumb over his shoulder
toward the long mountain range that
seemed 10 cut off the lonely dcsert
post from all other civilization. But
my right name is Thames Beverley
Marchmont. What's yours7'
Merwin gave the required informa-
ton and they fell into conversation;
mostly on one side. and that on Bink's,
FOR his dialect was that of bowery
tough. which his service in tho army
had served to deepen Instead OF oblit-
crate. Also he persisted In calling
Merwin Moiwin,' and wanted him to
call him (Marchinont) Binks. At last
Merwin turned his back toward him
but he talked on. Poor BInks! 1t was
seldom he found any one to talk to.
even as willing istner as the ap-
parcntly sleeping Merwin. and he was
n friendly littio soul. Suddenly Mcr-
win was aroused by a shary pinch, and
two cards fell on the pillow before
| him. Say, Aioiwin! What do you
know about that?" said Blnks. II
don't know anything" snapped Mer.
I win. what are they?"
"T'eator tickets" replied Binks.
"T'eater tickets for tomorrow night
Let's CO."
Merwin examined them again, and
found that they were tickets for a
cheap show. II don't care for that
sort of thing he said. TITS not my
| style"
But Binks was urgent. Jaw. come
on" he said, and don't be big stiff
and high brow. If you don't I'll
have to throw It away"
Thus urged, he accepted, and the
next night saw them bound for the
theatre. The play was a crude imita-
| ton of Romeo and Juliet" and Binks
| cheered loudly or wept bitterly at the
! right time. 1t was the sort OF thing
he was used to. hut Merwin. with his
| refined tastes" took no interest in It,
When the curtain was drawn over the
last act and they started for the fort.
! he said I'm expecting my family
down for n few days next week, and
T! I'm going to reform YOU
"smatter with MOI" replied Binka.
'Im all right"
| But you're not" protested Merwin.
i ITO begin with. I don't want you to
! talk slang, and what's moro, when
| ] introduce you to my mother and sis
ter, am going to call you March
| mont Undorstand?"
Alright" said Binks resignedly.
"Anything else?"
Yes l want you to call mo Nor
win, not 'Moiwip.' and don't say
"T'eater."
Not say teater! What's tho mat
ter with you. Moiwin? Why not?
! because that's not H. It'E theatre.
Now say IT,"
I, McrwIn was desperate, 'No" he
| again"
"Thcc.ayter," ssid Blnks slowly. and
/ then as they entered the barracks
/ "say, Moiwin. ist's forget it bhd so to
alecp."
(To 30 Continually
Composed By
| HARRY CHADWICK
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