Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1911-03-15

at light luncheon.
"Surest thing you know" I 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
onsi It sounds like a pipe paragraph,
it does, john" laughed Bunch.
It's the goods, Bunch" answered.
Ever since that little filly, Peaches,
win the big race and Clara J. acct
dentaIly tore on $4,000. Uncle Peter
has had colts in the hat-block. 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 30
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 Gong to you since
saw you three months ago?"
ITO mel" / answered, throwing the
chest out a foot and giving Bunch the
busy glare. Never no more! 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 lime travelled with the Andrew
Carnegie push and tried to give my
coin away, but I'm through. I've
stopped splaShing"
still living az Ruraldene?" Bunch
inquired.
Yes" l answered still in the
foothills. You must come out and
camp with me in the bungalow for a
week or two. Bunch. The fresh air
will do you good"
Thanks, John; do need a rest az
ter that South American trip. Very
likely Ill take a 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 l remember.
Uncle William Gray and Alice ara ex-
pected home from Europe about that
time and they have a castle in the
cornfleld next to ours-tush, Bunch,
tush!"
Bunch put on a little pink around
the gills
When are you and Alice going to
'trot In double harness, Bunch?" !
asked. Seems to me you've been
lodging the minister about long
enough nowi"
I'm for license the next minute
after l overcome Uncle Williams OBJ
jections," Bunch answered, mourn
fully. He says Alice is too much to
the kindergarten to leave homo yet
Say, John, I'm afraid the old gentle
man handed out the setback just be-
icause he doesn't approve of me-"
Saw that Of" said; why, you're
white all tho way through, Bunch, and
Uncle william knows 1t. Alice is the
apple Oh hin eye and he likes to have
his apple where he can see It; that's
all. Bunch. You'll get her all right, II
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 ler
out after a wad of real money! he
inquired. why, somebody oug,ht to
take you by the ear and scold you."
Nix, Bunch" l 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 think
of that little bunch of bills In the
bank ! get so stuck on myself want
to run over to Philadelphia and laugh
at the mint"
"Oh, slice your cake. joint" chirped
Bunch. i've seen you with bundle
OF money before now, but the snow
drifted in the safe. nevertheless"
Bunch is the original Human Frost
1T tickles him to throw icewater on
tho 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 tlnish!"
Il didn't exactly sell Peaches"
answered. "Murf Higglnbottom. the
Kentucky ge'man, hauled in 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 ]. and ]
intend 10 save up, and at the end of
three years wen have home for
Peaches. and she won't have a thing
10 do but pull a sixpound dog-cart
once or twice a week, and bite her
way through all the hand-painted oats
she wants for life!"
1T seems pititpl," sighed Bunch
ito see a man gel his hooks into a
streak Of luck and then let so OF the
hooks"
Blame it all on the wise little
Gazaboine who answers roll -pall when
you mention Clara j." l 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
away"
And you drifted," laughed Bunch.
Say, Bunch, do you expect me to
sit on the doorstep Of foolish house
all my life?" l inquired, Don't you