Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-24
Seuen Keys to Baldpate
BY EARL DERR BIocERs
Copyright by Bobbs- Merrill Coz

floor; graciously Professor Bolton
conceded 1t to him.
Speaking of suspicion" continued
the drab little man on the threshold,
turning his cigar. thoughtfully be-
tween his thin lips. reminds me of
a case told me by Pueblo Sam a few
years ago. In some way it's real
funny, and in others it's sad as hell.
Pueblo Som was called in them terms
because he'd never been west of
Sixth avenue. He was a swell re-
fined gentleman who lived by his
wits, and he had considerable
"A confidence man" suggested
Magee.
"something along that ORDER" ad-
mitted Mr.. Max, but a good sport
among his friends, you understand.
Well, this case of suspicion Sam tells
me about happened something like
this. One scorching hot day in sum-
mer Sam gets aboard the Coney
boat, his idea being to put all BUSH
Tess cares away for an hour or two,
and Just float calm and peaceful
down the bay, and cool off. So he
grabs out camp chair and hustles
through the crowd up to the top
deck, beside the pilots hangout, and
sits down to get acquainted with the
breeze, If such there was.
well. he'd been sitting there about
| ten minutes, Sam tells me, when
along came about the easiest picking
that ever got loose from the old
homestead"
81 beg your pardon protested Pro-
| fessor Bolton.
1.-THE ready money, the loosened
kale, the posies In the garden. waiting
to be plucked," elucidated Mr.. Max.
This guy, Sam says, was such per-
feet rube he just naturally looked
past him to see if there was q trail
| of wisps OF hay on the floor. For a
while Sam sits there with crouch
as he thought how hard 1t was to put
business aside and get a little rest
| now and then, and debating whether
1 being on a vacation, as tt was, he'd
exert himself enough to stretch forth
his hand and take whatever money
| the guy had. While he was arguing
the matter with himself the jay set
tied the question by coming over and
sitting down near him.
He's in the city, he tells Sam, to
enjoy the moving pictures on the
streets and otherwise forget the trees
back home that grow the cherries in
the bottom of the cocktail glasses
And believe me, he says to Sam
there amt none of those confidence
men going to get me. I'm too wise.
he says.
I'll bet money you are Sam tells
him, laughing all over at the fish that
was fighting to get into the net
Yes, Stree says the last of the
Mohicans, they can't fool me. I car
tell them as fur away as / can see
EN-, and my eyesights perfect. One
OF EN- comes up to me in CITY Hal
Park and tries to sell me some MINING
stock. I guess he amt recovered vel
from what l said to him. fell Won
tney can't fool Mark Dennen," says
the guy. -
Sam told me that at them word,
ne just leaned back in his seat anc
stared at the Jay and whistled unde,
MS breath. Years ago, it seemed
sam had lived in the town of Reads.
boro, Vermont, and run up and dowr
the streets with one suspender and )
stone-pruise, and the kid that haf
run with him was Mark Dennen. Anf
sam says he looked at this guy fron
the woods that was running around
CRYING TO high heaven he fleef1ed J
guardian, and he sees that SIR.
enough 1t was the tow-head Mari
DenneIl, and. Sam told me. Some
sning seemed to bust inside him. ant
ne wanted to stretch out his arms anf
hug this guy. - = ~
Mark pennen. shouts Sam. q,
I'VE OF Readsboro, Vermont m
Aiu USED to play with under Ia,