The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1911-12-23

,Whipple, an it's fourteen dollars an
a half"
Deacon Whipple," went on Mr.. Goo
bic after the sudden excitement of his
audience had subsidized, has owed me
this bill nigh onto a year. He got the
goods under false pretenses, anyway,
cause he promised to bring in enuff
butter an aigs the folerin Sattiday
to pay for EN-, an stead of dom it he
took his stuff over to Happy Holler
settlement an sold it fer cash-an' he
| amt been in my store since. This here
hill is fer a suit of clothcs-the same
suit the deacon's wearin' here today
/ an when We went to that Oddtellers'
Excursion last Spring he wouldn't
Ispeak to me cause he was dressed
Iup bettern / was Reckon he forgot
the clothes he had on belong to me.
Deacon Whipple has had the money 10
Ipay this bill, cause he bought his dar
ter Sal parlor organ from mail
order house. an he sent the cash to
cit it, an he bought
There was a stir in the crowd, and
la tall, elderly man with a long nose
and a reddish mclipped beard, strobe
angrily towards the stand. This ap-
reared to be Deacon Whipple and there
was blood in the deacon's eve.
Here. you ST Gooble,' he bawled
wrathfully. what dye mean by runnin
down my character that way? Consarn
We. I come 70 miles today a-purpose fer
to pay We that bill, an here we air a
blackguardin me afore the hull town
ship! What dye
Now. deacon" sweetly cut in Mr.
Gooble, don't you go an fret yourself
the truth is a moughty good thihs
b sometimes, eff it does pinch bit. An
Won might as well calm down, cause
Won won't have to fight nobody to git
, to nay yore bill; just step up mere Oh
the platform an HiramI take yore
money an be tickled all over to git IT,
EFF there's any more of you out
there what wants to pay me what you
owe me-" announced Mr.. Gooble 10 the
crowd "iest walk up here an plank
down The mourners' bench is open fer
b Won all. as long as the light holds out
tn burn'-you know the rest OF the
song. Don't be bashful, now; amt no
body goin to bite you!
While Hiram was writing the dea-
cons receipt Mr.. Gooble reached INTO
d the box and brought out another paper
Before unfolding it he glanced behind
him. Half a dozen sheepish-lookinG
men were climbing the platform steps
l pocketbooks in hand, Mr.. Gooble heav'
: ed mighty sigh of relief-the scheme
! was working.
The next gent on the docket" he
announced, lis Sam Hickey, the boss
trader; fifty-three dollars fer grocer
les. 1t shorely seems to me that after
kept Sam Hickey's family from
starvin' to death for three months he
ort to be willin' to pay fer the grub
I'll jest tell you few things
The threatened disclosures were cut
short by a sudden commotion in the
crowd. A big, burly man with a wide
brimmed white felt hat pushed far
back on his perspiring forehead, scam
bled furiously over the people nearest
him in frantic effort to reach the
platform, his big fists doubling and
undoubling spasmodically as he ad-
vanced.
you will, will yer?" he clustered.
You'll tell a few things, will yer?
You bald-headed old peckerwwood I'll
show you eff you kin talk about me
outen the way! Lemme at him.
This was Mr.. Collins cue. Slipping
silently from his seat he was waiting
at the bottom of the platform steps
when the angry Mr.. Hickey made his
tempestuous arrival. Mr.. Collins said
nothing at all-he just grinncd. Mr.,
Hickey found his way suddenly barred
by the stocky little pugilist and he put
out a brawny arm to brush the OBJ
struction aside-then he had the sur