The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1920-09-10
Lottie Overlooks
a Bet
By CLARENCE L. CULLEN

Greetings, you naughty hoyden-
FVuh see I'm back, wearin' rubbers and
nuthin' under 'em but the first act
stockinettes," observed Lottie Lem
ondrop, q front-liner on the end of
the merry-merry, to the dashing drug
clerk of the all-night Tenderloin
pharmacy.
SO | perceive. little one" replied
the dashing drug clerk, dabbing adj
Justingly at his Ascot with his right
hand, and draping himself in an ire
sistible posture with the soda foun-
tain as base.
And it's higher end nobler town
Tor your return, no matter what the
circumstances of that return may be,
believe me. heart of gold"
"Yuh kin wrap the nix-design around
all of that warm steam, yuh hand
some tease" answered Lottie. "Yuh
couldn't dish any Of that fluff CONVEX
sation into little winsome Lottie with
"A hypo-syringe and eight piano-mov-
ers to hold me while it was happenin'.
Yvh know me, yuh dissipated Des-
mond."
'Be any such attempt far from me,
amethyst eyes," disclaimed the dash
ing drug clerk.
"Say not so that I do not believe
everything that say unto you, cher
fshed one, and even more. l infer
from your temperance that the pro-
x1nnffnr nf xr,hi
ornament has closed"
'Yuh kin infer that, Cut-Up Carlo,
and then tack the rest of the bank
roll onto it as little side bet for your
selfP replied Lottie.
She sighed heavily.
The dashing drug clerk replied that
he saw nothing about her except a
strange and haunting beauty.
ooh, they amt no use in your try
in to jocund me along, Sunlocks Of the
Western Sea-" went on Lottie. 1--we
got my numbah, all right. I'm Jere-
miah to it, that I'm doomed to be a
working CELL all my days."
"Then what" inquired the dashing
drug clerk, seems to be the immedi-
ate occasion for all the visible an
guish, if may ask, Charlotte, my
soul?'
"Oh, nuthin', 'ceptin' that four-eyed
Jonahdoo that's been doggin' my trail
every day of my life since ustuh go
to Sunday school coupla years af-
ter the Black Hawk war;" said Lottie
sorrowfully.
"Say, If millionaires was to be picked
up on the rummage counter Of the five
and-ten-cent store, I'd fall over the
back of my taxi before could make
a dash to grab one of 'em and rag him
before a alderman.
'That's what lucky little clip
am when it comes to layin' up little
somethin' for myself against the rainy
day like hull lot of these back-row
blouses that never seen the day they
had my figger or my winnin' ways.
'Lis'n. When the show makes Pitts
burg, three days before it closes In
Allentown, a line O. tourin' cars about
as long as from here to the Bronx
pulls up in front of the hotel, and
young John with gardenia in his
coat steps into the hotel and invites
all the CELLS of the show to ride out to
the big machine shops and take a
slant at the wheels goin' round.
"Do we fall? Does a seal eat fish?
"Motorin' out to machine shops,
where they's liable to be oh-such-larks
to come, is the on'y kind of Medicine
we use in the hick towns.
$50, after powderin' the shiny beaks
and applyin' little dash O. red to
the hectic cheekbones, we pile into
the buzz buggies, gay and chatter.
in layout of seminary CELLS, and are
chuffed at about ninety miles to the
calendar hour to the machine shops.
"When the motorwagons make the
front of the works, a lot of spruce
Sammies pile out of the offices and
help us out, and begin to ladle out
that hick town line of south breeze.
There's pairin' off. Careless little
Lottie not bein' one of the kind that
takes a runnin' jump and leaps down
the threats of these Jayville Johnnies,
catches nuthin' whatever with spit
lock and a leer. But 7 don't care.
$50 1 trail unattached, the other
CELLS, with their little Johns, handin'
me the cat smoker as we nudge into
the shops.
Business of the big look-around at
the machine Junk in the shops. I'm
off in a corner, away from the main
bunch, pretendin' to be interested in
a little bit of machine that turned
out an engine for a ocean-goin' tug
just like gettin' your shoes shined
while you wait, and sort of hopin'
that the bald-headed boss of the plant
will breeze along and hand me that
.Ah, little one, why so pensivcT line
OF Durham.
"What happens? Why, lumberin',
heavy-built young hired man of the
plant, in neutrality-suspicious. horny
hand, 1 gotta give him that-and with
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