The Columbus journal. (Columbus, Neb.) 1874-1911, 1911-03-29

Schwartz as our unueTSluuy- Aieei
completing our plans we walked |
around TO the Grand Central station |
and | found q moment wherein 10 |
make a date for tomorrow S meeting |
Nothing was said about the real
estate business, which Peaches
thought WAS keys line, on the way
home. but / could see that although
Peaches now had her semaphOre set
for clear track she still had a few
cold doubts about friend key.
OF course | couldn't tell her our
plan for Uncle Peters salvation With
out giving the old gentleman dead
away. and. besides, the secret might
leak out and my busy relative would
break off a few horse laughs at my
expense.
Uncle Peter blow into Huraldene
little earlier than usual that evening.
and with him was a stranger.
The old gentleman WAS in excel
lent spirits and introduced his friend
to us as Mr. Barney Sullivan.
Hes a co-worker and deeply in
terestcd in the s. u. {. a, | heard
cagev Peter whisper hoarscly TO Aunt
Martha and Clara J.. but | was wise
TO the visitor.
barney was none other than little
Tad tout I'd often seen around tn"
tracks. but | couldn't imagine why
Uncle Peter had dragged him into
our home life
OF course the women folks saw
nothing strange in the fact that Uncle
Pete" brought a cowork"r in good
cause home with him, but it was me
for the Sherlock Holmes thing. quick
II WAS all right enough for my es-
tccmed relative TO throw his money
TO the sparrOws. but why ask one of
the sparrows home to dinner?
Barney WAS short and wide, with 4
graceful figure, like a turnip.
When he wasn't talking he WAS
laughing. and when Barney laughed
he opened his face on hinges at both
ears and kept il open for five minutes
II his head We're a few feet thicker
he'd make good tunnel
When Barney talked all you had to
do was turn on green light TO find
yourself in ireland. His brogue WAS
thick enough to make an Englishman
yell for a bobby.
And why wouldn't you live on
Fifth avenue in New York, MIR. Sui
liyan?" Uncle Peter was saying when
| Joined them TO smoke a cigar. If,
as you say, you expect to be a very
rich man some day."
'Fift' avenoo is no place for tn
Irish Barney replied. A frind iv
mine tried ii vance and bit his tongue.
His name was lawn ODowd, tn prize
fighter: PERHAPS you know Jawn?"
NO. | don't think So" Uncle Peter
said, encouragingly-
lawn made so much money in the
fightin' business that lie blew himself
for a small palace on Fift' avenoO.
Barney went on. 1t We're foine
place near tn Ashtcrbilts and tn
Nandcrgoolds. Jawn have house
that's the diyvle for Shtyle, and he
have a bunch of typewrittin' machines
names iv printin' a letter vance in Z
while in the newspapers.
Uncle Peter smiled and Barney con
tinued.
"They'S lace curtains in tn windys
an in tn front hall they's a marble
bust iy a woman be tn name iv Way
nus. but il looks more like gurru
be tn name iv Marguerite RoScom
mon that wurruks in tn front row i,
a burlesQue throop. If tn throlle,
card chop off her arms she'd be
ringer for that woman. Naynus."
Uncle Peter looked around, some
what fearful the story might be long
on Venus and short on wardrobe, BIZ
Barney Went right ahead.
In Jawns parlor they'S pitcher:
be Pat Rembrandt. Mike Angelo an
Tim Clancy. Clancy's III best, rip
risintin' tn eighth round iy a go be
chune O'Dowd an felly be tn nam,
il NuttonChopS Mcclure. Ee can Sc,
lawn hanin' Mcclure a long. low pusi
in tn short ribs be means iy his foot
TIL riferee's face is turned tn othe
way. an they'S a bunch IL greer
money as big as tn fist iv We per
troodin' from his pocket McGuirk i
his name. He's runnin' a saloon nov
in Akron. Ohio. TIL pitcher is a mas
terpioCe. an Clancy played tn race
of tn proceeds for six weeks befor
III tanbark ups an hits him 4 belt il
I'll neck
Uncle Peter nodded his approval.
lawn O'Down is livin' bechune
Ashtorbilt an a Nandergoold." Bar
ney continued. He have thrunk ful
iv pitcher books an novels locked u
III tn cellar an he have nickle
plated GROWER an man in livery (
rush it at til crook " his finger Lift
is template. Wan day wan iy II
Ashtorbilts stops be tn front doc
where Jawn O'Dowd is settin' on Il
marble steps. eatin' a chicken Sant
wich an enj'yin' tn air in his shir
sleeves
Beg pardon says Ashtorbilt. 'bu
I'm on me way to tn Govt Links al
I've misplaced me niblick. Will V
do me III kindness 10 lend me Il
loan " yer nibiick fer tn afternoon
says he.
What t'helrs niblick"' say
lawn TO himself. battin' his eyes al
not DARN to show his ignorance fe
fear il bein' oystercized socially b
III kshtcrbilts Set down on Il
shtep. Willie says he. an III 6
look says he.
1T takes Jawn tin minutes 10 com
back. I have tn cook an tn rist