New Nick Carter Weekly, No. 37 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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_; str I haven’t seen yg Phiten 3 ina Seid many years.” + “Oh, that feller! If you drop in here _ to-night, you may meet him. **Yes, yes; trust them Wilsons for ae a glass of beer once in a while on a “UHe don’t always take it on the sly, _ either, ’* said the bartender, with a wink. ~ He's quite a rounder.’* ‘‘Boys will be boys,’’? said the old at shaking his head. ‘‘I used to be ute a lad myself once. Does he come Sire often??? _ _ “Nearly every night. He’s mighty thick with the boss and his wife.” ie Where j is the boss ?”? "Oh, I don’t know! He hasn’t been = here since Saturday night. He’s gone out ' into the country, I guess,” t= ao Ri ung Wilson runs with the boss, thick. ‘They’ve — ae 0, I guess. They -_ F fots of. esrivate talking to do.” “Ts the boss a good man to work for?’’ a ust fair. He pays | egerere Wages, but be do: gt. aok after, bie business very : ai —, sae ! akin’ money on the =< om *. . ‘, = hd — aloon lounger, who — conces 1 a — eye ee dowa over it, entered the salo On, wad ee _ tacked the free lunch vigorously. ws said ‘s ays, Mose »,’? said the bartender, def all if you run across Frank Sc ‘alts place to-night, just tell oe a friend of his was here to-day in- g for him, , Berend want oy os * = —_ ~ —_ . * <_ . ‘ By , | —<, - j i an" Or ie | “> * * ” | i riend from ?’’ in juired tive | lost, for ae .-. .").. fp A a a * rs _— : . ‘ = ; a om ~ } . nll) % oe wie ; Sey ayo . ~~ ~ ~ ll 3 tell him I was here I'll buy you a glass of beer.”’ - ‘“‘I don’t drink beer,’’ said Mose, scorn- fully. = “Well, give him anything he wants,”? said the farmer. ‘‘There’s nothing small about ine.”? ‘“Yes, sir,’’ said Mose, filling a whisky glass to the brim, ‘‘] cote Wilson right well, and he’s a gay boy, too.”” “So I hear; so I hear. ” ‘‘He fooled me mighty quick one night,’’ said Mose, sitting down at the table Cppoele Nick, ‘‘an’ got an even five out o’ me.”’ ‘“How did he do that”? ‘“Why,’’ said Mose, taking a shoestring from his pocket ‘‘he had a little string like this, and he curled it upon the table somewhat like that. We had quite a lot of fun out of it, catching the loop as he ‘pulled out the string; got so I could catch it every time, see? Den he bet me five I couldn’t catch it. I bet him de five, an’ put my finger down into de loop like dat, and de string walked away from me just like dat, see? I oughter put it in de odder loop like dat, see ?’’ ‘Why, that’s easy enough,’’ said the farmer. ‘‘He couldn't fool me on that.”’ ‘*Course he couldn't,’’ said Mose, with a wink at the bartender. ‘‘You just try it once, ’’ Nick put his finger down in one loop of the curled string and caught it easily enough re, ae Ss | | again.’ “Pll go you. I sold my steers last week, and I’ve got a dollar or two with det. you five you can’t do it Ys hands, and, ©