Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1911-03-14
| John Henry
- PAL
/ BY GEORGE v. HOBART
PAL.

Seven thousand simoleums to che
bad." echoed Bunch Jefferson, as we
sat in the club and made rapid passes
at light luncheon.
"Surest thing you know" l an
swered. Poor old Uncle Peter is pad
ding after the ponies and his pocket
book is leaking like a scuttled ship"
Busy Uncle Peter, of all the come
ons! 1t sounds like pipe paragraph,
1t does, john" laughed Bunch.
It's the goods, Bunch" l answered.
Ever since that little filly, Peaches,
win the big race and Clara j. acct
dentaily tore of $4,000, Uncle Peter
has had colts In the hatblock The
old man is certainly horse-haunted
He spends all his time at the track.
dipping out hot-air to the stable boys
and jockeys and trainers, and the
only win he has made so far is so
cents car fare the day he had to stay
home and nurse his rheumatism"
Bunch laughed so earnestly that one
of the lamb chops hoped of the plate
and started to leave the room.
And you, John?" he inquired when
he got back, what have the captains
of industry been doing to you since
saw you three months ago?"
ITO mel" 1 answered, throwing the
chest out foot and giving Bunch the
busy glare, Never no morel Every
penny | have is nailed to the floor,
and the floor goes In the safe at sun
down. l admit freely that for quite
some time l travelled with the Andrew
Carnegie push and tried to give my
coin away, but I'm through I've
stopped splashing.'
Still living at Ruraldene?" Bunch
inquired
Yes" l answered "Still in the
foothills. You must come out and
camp with me in the bungalow for
week OF two, Bunch. The fresh air
will do you good"
Thanks, John; l do need a rest af-
ter that South American trip. Very
likely III take long breath and rush
out your way the latter part of next
week" Bunch responded.
Latter part of next week" l ech-
oed; ''oh! yes, now / remember
Uncle William Gray and Alice are ex-
pected home from Europe about that
time and they have a castle in the
cornfield next to ours-tush, Bunch,
tushl"
Bunch put on little pink around
the gills
When are you and Alice going to
trot in double harness, Buncn?' /.
asked. Seems to me you've been
lodging the minister about long
enough now!"
I'm for a license the next minute
jections," Bunch answered, mourn
fully. HE says Alice is too much to
the kindergarten to leave home yet.
Say. John. I'm afraid the old gentle
man handed out the setback Just be-
cause he doesn't approve of me-"
Saw that off," said; why, you're
white all the way through, Bunch, and
Uncle William knows It. Alice is the
apple of his eye and he likes to have
bis apple where he IN see 1t; that's
all. Bunch. You'll get her all right, If
l have to go and drag her away my
self"
Bunch laughed and changed the
subject
And do you mean to tell me you
fell heir to fancy dust-thrower like
that Peaches filly and never sent her
out after a wad of real money!" he
inquired. why, somebody ought to
take you by the ear and scold you!"
NIX, Bunch" 1 answered; Il sold
Peaches to Murf Higginbottom, the
trainer: soaked the rake-off in a slice
OF real estate and today I'm away to
the good Honest, Bunch, I'm now
about six blocks up Easy street. and
walking fast Sometimes when l think
of that little bunch Of bills in the
bank | get so stuck on myself want
to run over TO Philadelphia ard laugh
III the mint"
"Oh, slice your cake, john" chirped
Bunch. i've seen you with a bundle
of money before now. But the snow
drifted in the safe. nevertheless"
Bunch is the original Human Frost.
II tickles him to throw icewater on
the warm babies.
1T strikes me queer" Bunch went
on after a pause; that you'd sell
Peaches after she got so busy in that
big race and handed you out such
fancy f1nish,"
Il didn't exactly sell Peaches"
answered "Murf Higginbottom, the
Kentucky ge'man. hauled in a large
wad on that very race, so for cash
consideration l let him have Peaches
for three years. He'll treat her white.
you can bet on that. Clara J. and ]
intend to save up, and at the END of
three years we'l have home for
Peaches. and she won't nave thing
to do but pull a six-pound dog-cart
once or twice week. and bite her
way through all the hand-painted oats
she wants for lifel"
ut seems pitiful." sighed Bunch.
ito see a man get his hooks into
streak of luck and then let go Of the
hooks"
Blame IL all on the wise little
Gazaboine who answers roll call when
you mention Clara J." | answered.
"she figured it out that the amount
she won by accident just about broke
even with the various sums I've lost
by design. so John says she, cut
your cables and drift away! drift
awayl"
And you drifted." laughed Bunch
Say, Bunch. do you expect me to
sit on the doorstep of foolish house
all my life?" / inquired. Don't you
think owe 1t to my wife and my rels-
tions TO put the pipe down once in q
while and pretend I'm awake? What
do know about horses? 1t was Murf