The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1914-12-01
New York Telegraph


John, angrily. Take away yourself.
have no dead beats in my place"
The proprietor of the Poppy Palace
pointed with skinny finger to the
door, and Mr.. Walmley, better known
as the Loon, looked in vain for sigh
of relenting on the saffron-colored Wis
age of the inexorable host.
"Them foreigners is all alike"
moaned the desolate Loon, as tears of
self-pity tickled down his cheeks.
They're yen eatin' me heart out an
he won't gimme trust fur one shell.
Me, that's spent many a buck wit him,
too. If I'd me way I'd make every
Chunk an Malay beat 1t outen the
country. They amt got no rights
here"
What say?" demanded Turtle John
truculently. you missable trash, |
get knife an slash you to chops"
81 didn't mean nuthin'," whined the
abject Loon. Gimme me ring back
an I'll mosey."
Turtle John extended small glitter
ing object to the speaker, but Mr..
Walmley's nerves were suffering from
a bad case Of the shakes, and the ring
slipped from his tremulous fingers,
falling with q tinkling sound o he
basemen floor. The Malay gave ven o
a resonant snort of disgust as the Loon
knelt to search for his property.
ut nothing but blass," he shrilled
contemptuously. Come on, getta out;
fin him in de morning."
81 think it rolled over under this
bunk; lemme match till / see," beg
ged the Loon. 1T amt no common
ring; it was give me by me brudder
Bill that's dead, an it's got magic in
it,"
Turtle John snorted unbelievingly.
"Here," he said, striking light, "bul-
ly up now; can't wait for you alice
night"
The Loon uttered cry Of exultation
upon perceiving the round outline of
his treasure. AS he arose, grasping 1t,
his Uranium collided forcibly with the
woodwork and he emitted a piercing
wall of distress. The wrathful counte-
nance of Jimmy the Count was instant
ly projected over the edge of the bunk.
"Wot's the racket, Turtle?" demand
ed the irate prince of pickpockets.
"Youse Is allus raising roughhouse
round here. Can't guy have his hop
in peace?"
1T dis crazy fool" began the pro
prietor, but Mr.. Walmley interrupted
him with joyful oath.
ME old pal the Count" he ejacu-
lated "Wotcher tink, Jimmy, he won't
stand me n smoke, an me croakin fur
the want of it; though offers him me
gold ring -wuth ten-spot anywhere,
an magic one at that. I've got the
shlvers somethin' turribul, pal"
There was no disputing the accuracy
of this assertion, for his emaciated
body was twitching necessarily in II
species of st. Vitus dance, and the
heart of the Count was moved to pity.
i've been there meself, Loon" he
said sympathetically, "an' I'll stick by
you Hey, Turtle, this here's on me.
Bring the hop an a layout. Youse kin
smoke yer block off II youse wants to,
Loon. Tn graft was fine tonight an
IN hooked up strong"
He thrust his hand II hs pocket and
melodious clinking followed that
brought an envious smile to the Looms
features.
II allus said you was the daddy OF
tn leather snatchers, Count" he pro-
claimed gratefully, IAN not tn sort of
a rummy as goes back on fren'
In few more moments he was
stretched luxuriously on an adjacent
mattress watching the small brown
globule as II sizzled in the lamp flame.
One pill followed another rapidly, and
as the dlsquieting tremors left his
''HPp Nv hN"'tN u ciSh VI bi''oiui Nph-
tentment.
"There amt nuthin' so fierce az a
yen, Jimmy" he observed reilectively,
II wlsht that yaller heather might git
1t some dag an him not able to glom
card of hop. Mebbe it'd make him
moge tenler-hear.ed."
Nix" responded the Count emphat-
ically. Them people amt got Chris
tian feelin's like me an YOU But wot
stall was you handin' him bout that
ring bein' full Of magic or suthin'?"
Stall nuthin'!" replied the Loon, his
dignity beginning to assert itself un-
der the bracing influence of the opium.
THAT there ring is a magic one all
right. leastways II used to be. II was
give me brudder Bill by tn great ma
gician Hermann fur saving his life
from runaway horse"
But them magician fellers Is fakes"