The Huttig news., 1914-12-19

hiS WILL ditifss dfenHeSS rom that angle, I lose, that's alli"
 There was nothing elucidatory about that cryptic phrase. Sc l inquired again.
 Lose what?' I asked her.
 "Oh, nuthin' to get the gurgly gofter about, replied Meusie Mildred, jab- ping at the refractory euticle with the orange stick. T drop little bet that l make with myself about you when you limp in. that's all; but seein' that 1t was on'y one O them mind bets, I don't have to ease any hard gouged kaie to the handbook, and so it's all right; there's no harm did
 Put what was the nature of the bet?"
 T hate to tell yuh," she replied, going after an imaginary hang-naii with the cuticle scissors, because you're one O them zigs-I mean gents that's hull lot more dignifed than they look
 If tried to tell yuh about the bet 1 tried to put over with myself you might get sore as stockyards sweeper and start in to rage tie plant to the groun' and fire volley over the remains"
 treasured her as ts that. and again urged her to unfold the character of her wager with herself.
 fVelI.a seid she. bestowing another dazzling upward glance upon me out of the corner of her wood violet eyes, its this way, seein' that you're pin nin' me to the stick and nickin' me for what's inside my think-dish.
 When you come in, a while ago, and lamped around the tables, and piped me taltin' peak at you, and then come browsin' over to my table here, made one O them 36-cent mind bets with myself that you was one O them you-babesky-do kind, that'd hardly pass your mitts over to be made human lookin' before you'd be- gin to slip me that Do you like the theater, Aspasia?' line O Castilian con. liked the way they dish up spaghet' at Dufanti's, or would I prefer to tool out to Foodmanston Inn in chug- chaise and poke provender into my map al freshco, with the birdies twit- terin tweet-tweetie in the trees, and all nature smilin' like front-row gell on the end of the line slantin' Pitts burgh steel magnet in box A.
 That's the way I have you tucked away in the back of my bean when you squat in front of my bench, and that's the bet 1 made. Y ain't mad over my tellin' yuh, are yuh? You asst me, and I had to unreel it."
 Again I treasured her, and she pro- ceded:
 "Yuh can't always tell about zob -I mean gent-thats there with that town-tease. hamlet-hoiden, oh such-larks look about him when he first breezes into mitt-maison and does the hurry pipe aroun' the tables to sort over the lockers.
 You ain't the first gamble I lose with myself tryin' to pick 'em right on the blow-in, nor the twentieth, when 1t comes to that.
 I'm just as often Little Lucy the Loser when try to pull that read 'em- quick numbah as any O the rest O the ciaw-pelishin dolls scattered aroun these works.
 We all get in German just as often as We dope 'em right, As I was sayin', l handicapped you for one O them stout-iust stout enough--cut-ups thatd be purlin' the old numbah nine bunk into my pinkie-winkie listeners long before you lifted your paws out of the soakin' pan. Says I to myself, This keg-I mean gent-wil be darg- lin one O them cochineal-red-ink feeds at the Cafe de Noah's Ark at me before have time to find out whether he bites his nails.
 I'm Jerry to it now that you wouldn't kite claw-trimmin' doll to a wop or any other kind of a tahb'-dote for the hull lower half O the island on account O bein' 'fraid O what might come off later when the family was hepped to it.