New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-03-01

McCANN and | were rather surprised to
NA identify the Hon. jeremiah as the fat
man who had ridden with us from the rail-
Uav station The look of doubt and mis-
giving that he wore as he obeyed Bimble'S
request changed TO an expression of sur
9rsed rapture as he gulped the contents OF
The extraordinary Hoang Ho nut. y sparkle
same into his eye-we could see 1t ghSten in
the glow Of the flare lamps. Smacking his
GoS ne squeezed the skin again.
Great he exclaimed. Gimme another.
Swcetcr'n a strawberry Never tasted a nut
ike il, Come from China, do they? Some
country! Some nut. Thank you! Thank
vou. Sir You're too generous! Have back
aches. Kidneys, | guess. Let YOU know
morrow how they work
The profligate Bimble, at the Hon. Jere
Niah'S first expression OF satisfaction, had
sled a sack with Hoang Hos and pressed
/. into the OutStretched hands of the famous
man. With the sack claSped tight against
his heaving paunCh he strobe back through
The gaping crowd into the hotel. There he
planted himself in a lobby chair, and for an
hour was the center Of curious throng as
he sat squeezing the Succulent fruit into his
capacious iowls an ecS,atic look on his
COuntenanCe, an air of complete satisfaction
in every line Of his ponderous person.
JACK and l were yawning and about ready
10 turn in ourselves when Bimble came
along.
This hotel lobby's goin' to be cheerful
0lace tomorrow. amt il, GentS?' said he,
criing his thumb over his shoulder.
We turned, and saw number of good
natured men manipulating half dozen
surptu0us caSkctS. Propped up on their
sides these silk, satin, and pluSh-lned boxes
were 70 form window exhibits next day.
one marked Only S500-Would Be Cheap
q, $500, had the position Of vantage right
in the middle. BY daylight this gorgeous con-
traption could be seen for blocks Bimble
snickered as he gazed at it, and asked us how
we liked his spiel. We congratulated him,
and said we hadn't known it was in him.
Wait Ill tomorrow. Gents" said he.
Wait for the blowof. Did YOU order those
dodgers? Good. Pipe is NibS over therel'
The Hon. jeremiah II. Regan was sound
asleep in his chair. totally oblivious Of
neighboring caskctS, the late hour, the Snooz-
ing village, and responsibilities. His head
was back, his hat had fallen TO the floor, his
mouth was wide open, one hand dangled
hclplessly at his side, and the other, stretched
across his expansive front, ClaSped an empty
DGpt4 OdS. IL nav OllNt Dtt4A 4IAtNNA Win
Hoang Ho nuts. The Hon. Jeremiah was
snoring. He was also-well, he seemed to
have been drinking.
Amt he a peach?" said Bimble. Ger
.ainly does ike his drink, does Jerry. III
stick around here awhile in case Little Bright
Eyes needs me. You gents better seek the
alfalfa. Tomorrow'll be busy day. Mum
the world Pleasant dreams. See YOU at
pancake time. Goodnight
As l remember it, Mccain and | sat up
and talked for sometime before going to
sleep. If so, most Of the conversation took
the form Of adulatOry estimates Of the candy
butch. l seem TO recall some remark Of
Jacks 70 the effect that Bimble should have
PLAYED politics or Wall Street; but I'm not
quite sure whether heard it or dreamed it.
Az ;narticulate roar down in the street
"a brought me out Of bed. Bright sun
hgh. s,rcamed in through the part Of the
open window not INSTRUCTED by the pa
iamacd figure Of John Henry Mccain, Jr
He was peering out into the town square,
and seemed interested.
Take q slant at the bowling mob, said
he when he observed that | had escaped
from coma. Something's busted % set this
sleepy burg vclping 50 early IN the day