Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-20


returning. row ar later"
A growl went up from the Haven
men standing about, and black looks
fell on :rawley and the hag; b,.,
Crawley, ltath to abandon all hopes
OF the possible collections, still per-
sisted:
But Mr.. Brown, If you'll only
listen-!"
Hey, now, chop dat!" doomed a
hoarse voice from the doorway that
communicated with the stairs
Mugs, emerging, shoVldered his way
hugely toward Crawley and Mrs
Wolper. "De main cheese here has
told you people t beat 1t, amt he?
now, but fade!"
The Rev. Crawley turned, at the
sound Of the voice, and with a look
OF recognition advanced towards the
scowling Mugs. With his most fat
uous clerical smile he extended his
hand.
why, bless my soul if, it amt my
dear old friend, Mr.. RAFFERTY," he
exclaimed. I'm sure Mr.. Rafferty,
VIII put in a good word for my plan
He's one of my old time converts,
you know. Rafferty,, how are your"
Mugs only answered with a shake
of the head and II withdrawal of his
hand from any possibility of Craw-
ley's taking it.
What? You refuse the clasp of
friendship. brother?" asked the mis-
sionary. in his most injured tones.
"Nothin' doin,," answered Mugs
Il got your number. all right. Yuh
cant pull none OF that mush stuff
here, see? You're de guy / went to
couple o years ago, TO get help for
my side-kick. Fl1,ke Muldoon, when
he was in the massachusetts Gen
eral. broke. What d'yuh hand me-?
A lot O. bull! Got down on yr knees
an prayed. OATS all! Prayed half an
hour. an never gimme q jtney.
Shake hands wit you? Mkt"
But, my dear brother"
Brother, nothin'! Remember las
winter when was down an out,
needin, Wash-up. feed an doss,
an asked yuh for lift? All yer had
for me was one o. them little cards
wit a verse on 1t, what yuh call a
track! Say! We don't get no tracks
here. but we get some right chow.
good showers up stairs, clean beds
an a chance to make good. Yuh got
lots o. prayer books an benches
down dere to Boggs Court, but we
got some easy chairs an good readin'
here. II we want any music we can
tune up, ourselves. We don't need
none O. your kind. Get me?"
But"
Mugs" said Bradford. YEARLY,
waving his hand toward the door,
you'll really obIi.,e me very much
by escorting our guests to the
street"
Escort is right!' answered Mugs.
Oats what come fer. I heard his
kchatter down here--rd know his
voice in q million---an' dat was
enough" Sternly he confronted
Crawley and the hag. 'Iwan now,
bIow-before escort yuh!"
II protest." exclaimed Crawley;
then. seeing a certain fedness of the
Rafferty, eye, thought discretion the
better part, and precipitately retir-
ed, closely thanked by Mrs. Wolper.
At the door he paused just long
enough to call back:
I'll come In again an see you,
brother, when you're feelin' better."
Mugs started forward, purpling
! with anger, and the two missioners
vanished with extreme promptitude.
Boisterous laughter from the out
skirts ,of the group turned Mpggs'
attention thither, AS the waving of
crimson banners III : the hands of
| toreadors attracts the bull. He be-
held three spotless young men of the
variety he dubbed silk -stockin',"
making exceedingly, merry. One of
them raiseds a cupped band to his
mouth and shouted derfsively:
"Oh you Bradford! Alta boy!"
Bradford peered at them. half
compromising only; then, as he rec
ognized mates of other days, frowned
and shook his head
! What do you want here?" he de-
manded colby.
Some Belle of New York stunt,
for fair--some missionary gag, be-
lieve mel" exclaimed another, push
ing forward thru the men. II saw
in last Sundays paper you were do
ing the uplift stunt, old top, but I
couldn't believe you'd gone SO nutty.
So Harold and Cert and thought
we'd hunt vow up. And hanged If
here isn't Did v:nt, by Joya, UP to
his neck in Summing! What's the
a, old man? And how long are ven
going to keep up this merry farce Of
the man-and brother business?"
Bradford made no answer, but
ominously he beckoned Mugs.
Some more escorting for you to
do said he quietly. "They're for
mer friends of mine, and I hate to
use personal violence on them. Just
see that they get safely outside. Aft
er that, I don't care what happens.
But be sure you don't hit them in
side the Haven; gel: me?'
No more than tvro minutes later,
three extremely astonished and bat
tered young gentlemen, minus va
riety of hats, eye glasses. canes,
equanimities and good looks, had
been variously thrown, damned and
otherwise propelled into the large,
shiny touring car at the corner of
Moon Court. The liyeried chauffeur,
who had been unwise enough to pro-
test, was holding hanh over one
badly damaged eye as he hastily
climbed back, just ahead of the toe
of Mugs boot. into the drivers seat.
Home, James!'' commanded
Mugs, grimly. Oats all-home!"
| (To be continued.)
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