The Detroit times., 1911-01-10

F, CHAPTER Overwhelmingly.
Mrs. Wilson swept the crumbs from
the table. and cast contemptuous
look at her boarders.
Couldn't expect you 10 notice IT,"
she retorted. II some folks"--she
glanced at Weinstein-"would doltheir
share OF the work my boy would get
time TO eat something. AS IL Is he
scarcely touches a thing-not enough
to keep bird alive-he's that tired"
DO | get anything to drink with
this?" said Joe, looking sadly at a
fragment OF cheese on his plate.
TIL bring you some water" said
Mrs. Wilson. shortly, as she gathered
the dishes from the table and swept
into the kitchen.
Can you beat it?" said Weinstein.
disgustedly Gee! wish l was here
| could see the lights!"
"Oh, stick il OUT" said Merkle,
without glancing up from his paper.
ION the level, old pal" continued
Weinstein; lit has my nanny! feel
like was doing time"
It's Quiet In FaIrvlew.
This country thing is just what you
needed" comforted erkleM. You're
looking better than you ever did in
your life"
"Oh. I'm there with the fatal
beauty, all right" said Weinstein.
rolling cigarette, but there amt a
skirt in town I'd fall fort" He sighed
romantically.
Amt you lonesome for the big
lane?" He turned on Merkle.
mot me! I'm happier than I've
| been for a long while"
you mean you're going TO stick to
this tank?" Weinstein looked incredu-
lous.
"As long as the Lord lets me-"
Nothing like that in my family"
said Weinstein. I'D rather be a ripple
on Broadway than a whole tidal wave
up here. And to think / came Of my
own free will,'-- He sighed as he
contemplated his own ldiocy.
II thought you liked the place"
commented Merkle.
why, there amt even a moving
picture show here!"
That's the beauty OF It. It's nice
and quiet"
Quiet? Say, Merkle, it's so quiet
that when the mosquitoes play around
burglars trying to break In"
Never mind, joe" said Merkle,
laughing, you'll soon have so much
do with ii. That Belknap story ought
to double our circulation"
Joe looked up curtously. What
does the kid think about that?" he
asked.
Il don't think he knows" said
Merkle AT least, he hasn't men,
toned it,"
Enter, Mr.. Jones.
without the ceremony OF knocking
Mr.. Hezekiah Jones appeared at the
street door.
Hello, JOSH" said Weinstein.
Whats the big noise?"
"Mr. Belknap sent me over to see
Tom wilson," said Hezekiah. sullenly.
Where is he?'
"Over at the office, counting his
money" grinned Weinstein.
Guess he amt got much to count"
sneered Hezekiah.
Guess again." replied Weinstein.
blandly. "He only needs thirty cents
to have million dollars"
Well" said Hezekiah, IT have a
message for him, but perhaps you fell
lows will do as well. Mr.. Belknap
says that piece you're going to put
in the paper about him is criminal
libel, and unless it's retracted in the
next issue, he'll have you all arrested"
Weinstein turned to Merkle. Hand
this guy a rain check" he said.
"You tell the old man." said Merkle,
addressing Hezekiah, that il he
thinks he has any kick coming, TO
come around himself"
During Office hours" added Vein
stein. THAT goes for you, too"
81 got a personal complaint, too
whined Hezekiah. You forgot to put
that piece in that l gave you about
my engagement to Miss Belknap."
did you look in the sporting col
umn?" Weinstein glared at the in
truder.
"'Taint in there. nowhere" per-
sisted Hezekiah.
Don't see how we let that get by,
said Weinstein. "well run il In the
next issue. Fifty cents, please"
why this is news" protested he
zekiah.
come across, JOSH, Shiu WCihoeSa'
Kick in with the jingle. We cant
marry you for less than fifty cents.
$50 Cents Per Marriage"
Hezekiah looked at Weinstein win
sneer.
you must think I'm a sucker.
Guess you're Jew, amt you? We
amt got no Jews in this village"
No. replied Weinstein calmly,
that's why it's village"
I'll go over and tell Tom Wilson"
said Hezekiah furiously. He might
not be so fresh"
did you ever see so many peeves
in one town. moaned Weinstein as
the door closed on the visitor.
"Who was that?" inquired Mrs.
Wilson, coming in from the kitchen.
"The village detective" replied
Weinstein, referring to Hezekiah's
new honors as town constable, look;
ing for the kid"
Il wish Tom would come before
supper gets cold" she complained.
What do you supposed Is keeping
him.
Want me to go see?" asked
Merkle, rising.
Some "Real" Money.
NO" returned the widow, The
wouldn't like It. | suppose I ought
not to worry him when he has such
lot of things on his mind. Bur