The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1912-05-11

| Va 'ouis lIom oWampsCOtt, Conn,
and give me the name OF q likely win
ner In the third race this afternoon.
want to firmly establish my friend
ship with Uncle Peter by handing him
a winner, first crack out of the box
Are you next, Murf?"
Il cert'nly follow yo' all closely, all
the way around" Murf answered.
Tell him to lay few dollars on
Eppy Grams In the third race-it
sholy looks like the money, subj!
We stroiled around a bit and pres
emily ran across Uncle Peter who
recognized Murf and greeted him ef-
fusively.
was introduced and underwent the
initiation with flying colors. Uncle
Peter played me for Hiram LJdd to
the limit. even going SO far as to tell
me he knew several members of the
Dodd family in Connecticut
Murf excused himself and by easy
stages / led my esteemed Uncle
around to the horses 1t was about
time for the third race and / men
toned Eppy Grams as being a fancy
bit of pipe.
Just about that time l found myself
In front OF keys come-on camp, SO |
halted and began to dig for some
dough-
How do you do!" l heard Uncle
Peter exclaim as he got a fash of
lkey. You're the young man I met
while / was with Mr. Lawrence and
| promised to do some business with
you. didn't II"
Ikey spread out a grin and an
swered Yes, sir, Mr.. Grant"
What is the naILe Of your choice,
Mr.. DOdd?" Uncle Peter inquired
turning to me-
'Eppy Grams," answered;
friend of mine down Swampscott
way hear'n tell as how that colt is
fastern streak of homemade
lightnin', so reckon I'm about due to
peel off ten dollars and plant 1t whal
Eppy Grams can make 1t grow"
read the lines for keys benefit
and | certainly had him on the ropes.
The first sentence gave him an attack
of cholera mOrbus and when Uncle
Peter asked for the odds it was all
Ikey could do to get back In time to
answer.
| Uncle Peter placed a hundred on
Eppy Grams at to l and after ex-
pressing a desire to see more of me
he bade Mr. Dodd" good-by and
rolled off to watch the race.
Ikey asked me where Bunch was
and then it suddenly occurred to me
that l hadn't kept the appointment.
hustled around to locate my com.
paniOn in the life saving business but
not sign OF him anywhere until pres
emily, attracted by crowd over near
the gate, l rubbered through and
picture!
In the center of the crowd stood the
sullen Bunch surrounded by six or
seven real Diego boot-doctors, all ges
tculating and giving my friendless
pal the double cross In Italian.
The biggest member and leader Of
the besieging party had worn his ton
sils down coaxing Bunch to fight it
out, but the latter stood there wild
| CycQ duO bllcuI
Bunch realized that II 1t came to
blows the first crack would change
his complexion and he'd probably
get pinched as a suspicious character,
SO he had to- stand there and let those
Guinea shOe-beaters shower verbal
spaghetti all over him.
l knew that II interfered logged
up In the Reub harness Id only make
matters worse, but | was just going
to take a chance when a track Cop
pushed through the crowd and in
Quired for particulars.
"Onea beega sob!" the leading
man in the Dago troupe yelled; "he
makea de cheap shine; beegl siob!'
NO gotta da Union card" yelled
another native Of Palermo,
Oh. oh! could feel the loud laugh
on Bunch creeping to the surface
Delighted with the ingenuity of his
disguise he had danced into the ar ona
but no sooner did the regulars in the
bOOt-shining industry get peep at
the luckless Bunch than tEey held
him up as nOn-union man and a
scab
Oh. Oh!
"Onea beega slOb! makea da pinch!
makea da pinch" the Dagos yelled
in unison and It was up to Mr.. Cop
to get busy.
What dye mean by buttin' in
here?" the Cop asked. but Bunch
didn't dare open his mouth and dis
play his assortment Of phony Italian.
Get cut Of here. ye cheap skate"
the Cop yelled, grabbing Bunch by
the shoulder and pushing him over to
the gate. What dye mean by cut.
tin prices and tryin' to become a
Pierpint Morgan at the expense O..
these regular shines?"