Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-24

arc lights-don't you remember rne?"
"But Sam says the guy just looked
him straight In the eye and shut his
jaw and says: I suppose you'll be
asking after my brother George
next?"
"'You amt got any brother George
you IDIOT laughs Sam. He told me-
he was thinking how he'd treat his
old friend Mark to- a dinner that
would go down in history in Reads
boro Mark, you old rascal he says
don't you remember NEEDN'T you
remember little Sam Burns that used
to play andy-over with you, and that
stole your girl in 1892? He was all
het up by this time, Sam tells me,
and all the old memories came creep
ing back, and he kept thinking he
never was so glad to run across any
body in his life. You remember lit
tie Sam Burns, don't your he asks
once more.
But this guy just looks into Sama
eye, with his own cold as steel. and
clever, mister, but you don't fool me.
No. you don't come any games on
Mark Dennen.'
But Mark says Sam, I sweaA
to you by all that's holy that I'm
that kid. I'm Sam Burns What
proof do you want? Do you remem-
Der old Ed Haywood that used to
keep the drugstore right across from
the postoff1ce? The guy that never
washed his windows? ] do. And
Miss Hunter that taught the sixth
grade school when we went there--a
little woman with washed-out gray
eyes and a broken 'front.' tooth? And
that pretty little girl, Sarah some
body-wait a minute, I'll get It or
rah-Sarah-Sarah Scott you
used to be SO sweet on. Did you
| marry her, Mark? And old Lafe
Perkins, who used to be on hand
whenever there was any repairs be-
ing made nywhere-rheuma ano
, a cane and a high. squeaky voice
that he used to exercise giving orders
about things that wasn't any of mis-
business Why, Mark, remember
EN- all. Good lord, man. says Sam,
DO you want any more proof?
But this country blockhead JUST
looked Sam UP and down and remarks
1udicious: It's certainly wonderful
how you know all these things. Won
derful.. But you can't fool me- ne
says, you can't fool Mark Dennen
Mr.. Max paused in his narrative
for moment. The sound of voices
came up from the office of Baldpats
Inn. One that of the mayor, doomed
loudly and angrily. In an evident de-
sire to drown It, Mr.. Max went Oh
with spirit:
We'll, gentlemen, 1t got to be q
point of honor, as you might say,
Tor Sam to convince that guy. ne
told me he never wanted anything SO
much In his life as for Mark Dennen
to give in 1t was a hot Afternoon,
and he'd come aboard that boat Tor
rest, but he peeled off his collar
ana started in. He gave Mark Den
men the number OF bricks In the
Methodist Church, as reported in the
Readsboro Citizen at the time 1t was
punt, he told him the name OF tne
piece Marks sister recited at tint
school entertainment in the spring OF
1851. He bounded on all four sides
the lot where the circuses played
wnen they came to Readsboro. ne
named every citizen of the town, lly
ing or dead, that ever got to pe
known outside his own family, anio
nc brought children into the worio
ana married them and read the
funeral service over them, and stlll
tnat bonehead from the woods sat
mere, his mouth open. and says,
Us beyond me how you know a.
tnat. You New Workers are slickeI
tnen ! give We credit for. But you
cant 1901 me- You amt Sam Burns
" ny, 1 went to school with him
tTo BE Continusd Tonaoreom4