The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-02-24

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"Teurke," Said Mr.. Randolph, "l'm
Through" -
wheels OF my wagon on the curb In
front Of the Poppy club. Dock me
thirty, please, and make out my pay
check"
Through, Slim? Whadda va mean r.
said Mr.. O'Shaughnessy. Think I'm
goin' to sack you for a skid on a day
like this? Pay for your fun, kid, but
take another wagon"
Robert Randolph, alias Slim Her
vey, shook his head.
"You don't understand" he said.
Tive lost my nerve"
Lost your nerve!" gasped Mr..
O'Shaughnessy. "Whadda va mean by
tellin' me a lie like that7 Come on,
now; draw a map! Did ye kill the
inside?"
"Oh, no." said Slim that's Just It.
l mean, the young lady is very much
all right"
II begin to get you," murmured
Tourke: "Skirt on your track, Ell ?"
A look Of pity followed by one of
loyalty crept into his eyes. Look
here, SLIM" he continued: II know
that tryin' to trick a female is like
playin' hockey. with a stick O. dyna-
mite, but we got a lot O. high cards to
draw to. First shot out o. the box,
all the boys here is for you. Then
there's your frien's, the Force. I want
to tell you, Slim, you're the first driver
I ever had that could flatten out q cop
on a busy day an make him think It
was a joke"
'Thanks," said Mr.. Randolph, but
shook his head sadly.
snow, listen," resumed Mr..
O'Shaughnessy: "Tm goin' to have
the boys up here as they come in an
put EN- on. In the enteract, you slip
out for a makeup. Get Sally Painter
round the corner to tone your face
down to the color of your freckles, do
a little job on yer eyebrows, an fix
a deep scar i'll the upper lip Of yer
sDeakin' tube. Get met"
Mr.. R%andolph's widely placed blue
eyes narrowed in an effort to examine
the proposition shrewdly from all
angles, and the light Of hope was just
beginning to dawn across the trouble
In his honest face when there came
q sharp knock on the door, followed
promptly by the rattle Of the loose
knob and the unceremonious entry
OF one birdlike, b~ald-headed, dapper
corporation lawyer and two corpulent
gum-shoe plain-clothes men.
"Yere! Wot the" exclaimed the
outraged Mr.. O'Shaughnessy.
The legal light paid him no heed and
advanced on the fast-wilting Slim Her.
vey with outstretched hand.
"Robert" he cried beamingly. my
dear boy, I'm glad to see you"
Don't take the glad hand, SLIM"
warned Mr.. O'Shaughnessy. "The lit
tie runt may be tryin' to serve papers
on yer. Now, gents, show yer war;
rant er I'll call the boys an you take
the consequences
II guess it's all right, Tourke," said
Slim weakly. ''They aren't going to
pull me-, exactly"
II don't care whether they think
they're goin' to pinch you er not" re-
marked MI. O'Shaughnessy, fixing
malignant eyes on the two heavy
fanking forces of the small lawyer.
II never did like the smell of fat"
Suddenly he reared: Hey! Boys !"
The two bulls, strayed Into inhos-
pitable pastures, turned, stepped cat
footed to the door, and took the flight
Of steps In three. They cannot be
blamed, for they had recognized in Mr..
O'Shaughnessy the man who had once
been arrested for pushing over with
one hand a Ford that had crowded
him.
"Now, Robert" said the legal per- !
sonage, apparently quite oblivious Of
the desertion Of his supports, II just
want to talk with you. May I Sit
down? :"
Certainly, Mr.. Milyuns," said Rob
erC, apdInetlcally.
Excuse me-" murmured Mr..
O'Shaughnessy. did /. or didn't I
get the name correct"
7 beg your pardon, Tourke," said
Robert, "Mr. Borden Milyuns; Mr..
Tourke O'Shaughnessy." He pro-
nounced 1t "O'Shockenssy," to the de-
light Of the owners ears, long unac-
customed to the correct information OF
the exotic patronymic.
Il did hear correct" said Mr..
O'Shaughnessy, as he and tip
toed from the room. IT leave you
gents to your family affairs" he add
ed from tho door, his eyes drinking
: Last yie1 of the brain king he had