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

he had accomplished this difficult feat he winked de-
Gberltelv once 1T Jack and once at me.
~Aheml~ said he and, wnking again, stepped round
the corner. nudged Jack or ne nudged me- ana we
followed As we came up with him he sad, 9-Sii.
,n,sterjousv and PROCEEDED strip his face OF set OF
ecclesiastical whskcrs the variety OF hirsue appen-
dage still to be found in the section OF the country t
Mark Twain called the Whsker Belt.
~Aaurauiing Cats!7 Jack Kissed III 1t isn't Old
Sleuthi"
Which remark proved he didn't know the man
Hello Bimbc!~ said l. "What's the idea OF the
makeup, Thought YOU agreed never to ioIo" our
Jaw, say. Mr. Coleman don't deserve that!
Didn't | promise Mr.. Harkins not to work around his
tops. Didn't make good by BLOWN after McGee'S
gang o dips friskei the human mattress-w'ats her
-Fat-Fat-t hanks-that's the monlker-fat
Florence
He looked so hurt that | apologized to Mr.. Ezra
Brnble. the most expert candy butch and balloon
man who ever worked street. Then waited.
you see. was Jest a standin' there on the corner,
u,,+cbn' the rlbes an thinkin' when | sees you two
gents come along. FIullo saysI to myself w at are
a couple Of guys with l9l4-model clothes dom here'
Then lamps your mug pardon me, Mr.. Coleman
pipes YOU Closer and knowed 1t was you. Just as
was about to open my trap and say Welcome to Okra!
Won sion an can't help overhearin' the converse
ton. That's how | come to answer the question
But what are YOU doing here asked.
~Answcred what question: said Jack
Ssh DO YOU gents mind walkln along a space
There's the dick Of the Frisco comm down the street.
That's right YOU got me: dick spells detective 1t
warm day; but suppose got to put tins null pack
on
We walked with Bimbe up another side street
while he readjnsted his disguise.
~Oueer about COPS said he "Seem to have 1t IN tor
everybody watts irwin to make honest hvn. Par
don me, Mr. Coleman, but amt this the young gent
with the sister .,1
mir Iohn Henry Mccain, Jr has a sister, said l..
4She's in San Antonio now. We're all going back to
New York together from New Orleans. But you're to
answer questions not to ask them.
D'GHT-O! as the English comic says, or he amt
IN English. But first | want to put myself right.
Your friend here's probably got sized up tor short
change artist watts ere to risk the circus crowd Well
amt I'm business man, first an all the time I'm
a gent with grudge once in awhile ust now m
both. That's why mentioned the nuts
The what,
The nuts Don't YOU remember YOU was askln
Nr-he lady's brother hcre-you was askin HIM how
YOU could put the Rock Me to Sleep Mother sign on
these ere grave dggers an buttcrmlk enthusiasts
an pull a crowd to the circus' OF course YOU do An
I saws quiet like, IIoang EIo!' You remember that
too | thought so. Well IIoang Ho IS the answer 10
your question Hoang IIo is watts goin to PIN the
Grape on both conventions. Hoang Io is goin to make
the convcncrs take afternoon oil at Mr. Harkns
show. An Hoang IIo is nut. Get me:
"Mr Bimblc said Mccain, "you are as clear as
81 know I'm as clear as Missouri River water rainy
night, the air in a tunnel, mud. Ii you gents'l lean
up against this fence and try to concentrate the togu
lift an you'll understand that Old Mr.. Fix an Yours
Truly are one an the Your eyes will open, your
minds will thaw out, an you'll appreciate the value OF
q knowledge Of folks like mine, knowledge OF folks
married to a knowledge Of nuts
$50 on, Professor, said Jack.
We both leaned. Bimble carefully worked the end
Of cigar through his false beard, lighted up, and pro-