The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1914-06-17

Bvldentiy Mr.. Max desired the door:
eraciously Prpfsssor Bolton conceded
Z % him.
"spsaking OF suspicion" continued
The drab little man on the threshold.
turning hiS cigar thoughtfully b.
tween his thin lips. reminds me OF q
sass todd me By Pueblo Sam q few
ysan ago. In some ways it's real fun
NJ. and In others it's sad a hades.
Pueblo Sam was called In them terms
oscause he'd never been west Of Sixth
avenue. He was . swell. refined gen.
tlsman who lived BY his wits, and he
he'd considerable"
"A confidence man." suggested Ma
'somsthins along that ORDER" admit.
- NJ. Man. ~but q good sport among
NJ ndsoda yea understand. Well, this
eass of susp4cion sam tells me about
happeaed something hke this: One
scorching hot day In summer Sam Gets
aboard the Coney boat. his idea being
% put oil nRaipeeg cares away for an
hour or tW "a Just 6oat calm and
psacsfui dnp the bay and cool OF.
10 b graha7Rut Q camp chair and hus-
uss 'throug the crowd up to the ton
deek. bssi6 the pilots hansout and
nts Gown got acquainted with The
nreees. Il fi4eh 0sse was.
well ben sitting there about
Ten minnys Sam tells me, when along
came abod the .easiest picking that
ever sot Pse ftom the old home
y beg ylr pssdea," protested Pro
feseer BqIo9 .sS
-rhs rAjs m6usy. the loosened l.,.,
ths peeise e. tt garden waiting 10 be
psueked.r pfucidated Mr.. Max. "This
guy, Sam aDvs. was such perfect rube
he Just laturaily looked past him to
see X tn11GNAa trail of wisps Of hay
on the o3dle 0t9w1alU Gam ats there
with stoplh a - thoueht how hard
y wee - pgy bu1lnan aelds and eet =
htne ~ ~ an thsa ana dSbstine
WsShsrs desnG on q vacation. a Il
weAs hS4 sx4t. himself enough 10
serstch 1pyCh hia hand and take what.
svec mog To guy had. While be
~ arsgng IL matter with himself
tne jay t9etled the question by coming
over tnd hitting down uear him.
HsS - the city. he tells Sam, to
sn5y IT, moving pictures OF the
cueen. ~ oebsrwiss forget the trees
neck hc1n1 that Grow the cherries IN
IL bottom Of the cocktail slassee.
AND believe me- he says to Sam. .there
amt nodl lot &Aose confidence men TO
me- TO gee ~ I'm too wise be says.
"aIl ~ ooaey you are sam tells
him iaueeihe su over at the Dish that
was dghang to set into the net.
xesseiree. says the last OF the Mo-
hseans. $hey can't fool me. can tell
seem - fur away a. I can zee 'em.
end my eyesight's perfect. One of
en- congs up TO me In CITY Hail park
ana erSetto cell me some mining stock.
! gueeGsne Amt recovered YET from
what I nd TO him. I tell you, they
ea1't to Marx Dennen.' says the guy.
gam Did No that at them words he
Just lealDd back IN his seat and stared
ae Ne Say snd Whistlsd under biz
breath Years ago. Il seemed. Sam
hAd hvgd In the town Of Readshoro.
W, an6 raa MP and down the strsets
with % suspender and q stone bruise.
and the Mo that hadIu- nth him was
naT US1nsn. And b.. says ho look
a &C ththguy from the woods that
IVES rt4hfh6 sound crying 20 hieh
heaven - nssded q guardian. and he
esse thu sure enough it was the tow.
bed A&k Dennsn and-Sam told me
-semsefo ING seemed to bust inside him.
and - Wanted 10 stretch out his arms
and hug this guy.
'MarS Dsnnen.' shouts Sam. "a I
live. u Rsadsboro. VI The kid I
ussd 70 Play with under the arc lights
DON'T tou remember meY
But ecm says the guy Just looked
him strtight IN the eye and shut his
jaw au1 says. 4 suppose you'll be ask.
IN sfsee my brother George nextY
-'foo nin't got any brother George.
you idtkr iaushs Sam. He told me
he was: thinkins how he'd treat his
old frisdd Mark TO Q dinner that would
% down In history In Readsboro.
Mark. tou old rascal he says. don't
you REMAINDER met Don't you remem-
ber little eam Burns that used to play
andy ovs9 with you and that stole your
girl 10 10o27 Don't you remember the
old dSys In Readsboror He was all
hst al By this time, Sam tells me. and
all t5s old memories came creeping
back. and he kept thinking he never
was % glad TO run across anybody in
his NE. You remember little Sam
Burma don't your he asks once more.
Bot this guy just looks back into
SANS eye. with bis own cold as steel.
and he saya says be: You're pretty
cIsvee. mister. but you don't fool me.
No. you don't come any games on
Marx Dennen.'
"But Mark says Sam. 4 swear to
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