The Washington herald., 1914-09-13

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WhafS the matter?
We explained md Cmiey kruztf
us some 6otbeS, gong hack BY E9y Of
his Iadder.
Il got al my extry ones zv h. ~
some more from the chzmbermzid
They'll have TO do
DO? ! guess they would DO. rd
been so long in the altogether I'd have
worn cocoa doormat and felt pro0d
we caught the last car for the city.
and when We got of says to Lewis:
~'Pal. I'm sore on you
NAY, uayP says he, there's room
for naught but Joy tonight
I'm disappointed says /. After.
giving you every show IN the world,
you couldn't make good
How soS
why, I've been wise from the start
laying for your graft in hopes ! could
assimilate something for my own ad-
vancement. but your works heavy. II
won't go. I've doped race horses on
the Texas Panhandle and thinible-rigged
the walnuts on the Skagway trail. but
your stuff wouldn't pass in Peru
"'Ha, haP says he, laughing hugely,
what do you take me for?
"A bum crook, Of course. I vas
hep" when you Marconied the girl on
the train
"Oh. Lord,l says he, disseminating
sound waves till cop tapped him on the
shoulder, 'Ha. har
when the policeman got hook at
him, he says. Why, hello, Mr.. LewisI
Where in the world have you been, and
where did you get those clothes? Your
fathers crazy. and the whole force is
out We thought you were lost Let
me ring up and notify your people
When he'd gone. Lewis spoke.
No, I'm just a disappointingly hon.
orable citizen, sacrificing twenty hours
day in the search for amusement As
to telegraphing the young lady. know
the code and sometimes practice uncon-
sciously. Those girls amt confederates
OF mine. They're artists-buck and
wing-Altwine and Edgemore-one of
the best teams on the circuit Now let's
get dressed and kind of dissect the
town
No, sir! No municipal wrecling
cruises for me, says l, I'm for the hotel
to mail letter. II you'll drop In to-
morrow III exhibit captive father-in-
law. My deductions don't seem to
work in this town don't like the place,
and the diet amt varied enough We'd
go out and get full, and somebody's feed
Us some more mutton stew. Tomorrow
it's Westward Ho! with father m
chains, for the wedding.
Lewis came up to the room about
noon next day, and he was there when
the bellboy brought up a card August
Short it read. In stalks a thick-set.
heaw-jawed man, neck deep in smiles,
and rose 10 meet my parent
Ollie wrote NE everything, and it's
al right, my boy, says he Then he
paused. not seeing well against the light
Il heard Lewis strangle, and 1 dis
integrated around the knees myself.
That's about all, Kid Sure! It was
hiu-the roadhouse man.
Which is Mr.. McCabe? he con-
tinues. getting his latitude; then it
struck him.
You he yells. Oh! you miser-
able rounder! You red and yellow
variety actor. Marry my-Ow-ow-ow,'
and he exits owing clear down the
elevator shaft.
>"It's off with me, Kid. Today I got
wire from Frisco: Oh, how l hate
you! Ollie The old nian called me an
actor, too-that's the outside limit I'm
going back to the Klondyke.
Did you ever hang out your washing
on winter day to freeze dry? It's the
same with human-the cold wrings out
his deductions, and his knack of picking
a winner. Six winters on the circle
have kiln-dried the nerve out of me,
and the debilitating environments of the
arctics have untitled me for graphing
with the strenuousness of Cupid. All
I've got left is A thirst"