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Title: The Bad Boy At Home
       And His Experiences In Trying To Become An Editor - 1885

Author: Walter T. Gray

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THE BAD BOY AT HOME,

AND HIS EXPERIENCES IN TRYING TO BECOME AN EDITOR.

THE FUNNIEST BOOK OF THE AGE.

BY

Walter T. Gray


1885

J. S. Ogilvie & Company.




CHAPTER I.

     WHY HE CHEWSES A PERFESSHUN.--HYFALUTIN PROLOG, WITH SUM
     BARE POSSIBILITIES.--PROSPECTUS OF THE "DAILY BUSTER."

Mister Diry:

I've been intending ever since I got home from Yourope, to begin ritin'
in a diry, but I ain't had no time, cos my chum Jimmy and me has been
puttin' in our days havin' fun. I've got to give all that sorter thing
up now, cos I've accepted a persisshun in a onherabel perfesshun, and
wen I get to be a man, and reech the top rung of the ladder, I'm goin'
to mak' New York howl.

Pa, he wanted me to go to skule, but I culdn't see it a tall, cos
a feller wot's alwus goin' to skule don't never kno nothin' but
base-ballin' and prize fitin' wen 'he gets thru. All them fellers wot
rite in dirys begin by usin a lot of hyfalutin wurds wot sound orful big
but don't meen nothin; so I guess I'll be in the fashun, so here goes:

You're only a quire of "common noose" paper, Mr. Diry, so you needn't
put on so menny airs over your cleen wite dress, wot only needs a
morocker lether mantel and gilt braceletts to make you look like you
b'longed to the Astor house dude.

We all know you was maid of rags, and them rags might once have bean
in the mazey, lacey laberinths of wite linnin wot audashusly pressed
'gainst the tender form of Lillyan, the dudine.

If you warn't there you mite have ben all ablaze with chane stitches and
crushed oniyun stripes, closely incircling a cupple of been-poles--no,
not eggsactly been-poles, but the sharpley, shadderly lower lims of
Sarah Jane Burnhard, the actress wot got mashed on Dam-all-her.

Then, agen, you mite have ben on some infantile prospecktive Preserdent,
but you didn't stay on him long, cos baby's and safety-pins maid you
tired.

Enyway you've got a histery, cos them littel black spots on your rite
bussum looks like they mite wunce hav ben part of Mrs. Dr. Walker's
patent backackshun, maskuline, dress-reform trowsers, wot she sent
to the paper-mill to get ground up inter paper to mak books for the
enlitenin of the wimmin of our country.

How's that for high, Mr. Diry? My muse come playguey neer running away
with me, so I had to wistle "down brakes," and slow her up. Now I'll
begin to record my doins on your pages, so that, shuld the toes of my
boots be applide to the patent bucket early in my useful carreer, the
hull wurld'll kno wot a treassure socieaty has lost. I ain't givin you
eny biled lasses candie, but don't you let your memmerizin orgins lose
site of the fact that I, Georgie, the Bad Boy wot's ben to Yourope,
ain't no slouch.

My pa sez I'm a geneyus. I guess he's 'bout rite, ony he orter sed I was
a buddin' one, 'cos my hankerin' after a perfeshunal carrieer has led me
to axcept a posishun in the publick-opinyun-moldin' shop wots known as
the _Daily Buster_, Joe Gilley, edittur and proprieat-her. Subskripshun
price, $5 per yare. No trubbel to sine receits.

N.B.--Speshell arrangements with ex-Senater Satan enabels us to give our
delinkent subskribers cheap excurshun rates to the Hot Sulfur Baths, via
the Haydies Short Line, our fitin' edit-her corndoctor. This paper is
run on red-hot indypendant principels, in a spicey, sparklin' manher. In
pollyticks our motto is: "Onhest men, regardless of partie, candy-dates
with barr'ls xcepted."

The above is the prospecktus of the journalistick venture in wich I
have mbarked in the capacerty of typergraffickal devil. So now Mr.
Diry, look out for the brakers.




CHAPTER II.

     HIS FIRST INTERVUE.--WILL THEY BE CONSINED TO A PLACE THAT
     IS HOTTER THAN THIS.--A LABER-SAVTN' MASHEEN.--BEER,
     GASSERLIN AND PROHIBISHUN.

I've jest got my supper, so I guess I'll tell you 'bout my first day's
xperience on the Dailey "Buster." I was down to the offis at 7 'clock,
and the mannergin edittur, he detaled me to intervue, the old papers and
dust, on the floor. By the ade of a broom, wot was so old, it was most
bald-hedded, I suckceeded in completely ridden the floor of its surplus
stock of litterature, and terbackhey balls, wot them printers spit out,
wen they warnted to use there mouths, to consine sum feller, wot rote
orful to Hallyfax, or sum other mild climat.

I wunder if everybodie, wot them printers dam, goes to Hades, cos, if
they do, and all printin' offisses is like ourn, I guess us fellers wont
have much compenny in Heaven wen we get there. They all ap-pare to have
a pertickler spite 'gainst a Mister Copy, cos I hearn him bein' dammed,
more an a hundred times to-day. I guess the poor feller ain't got no sho
a tall.

I never seen the wurkins of a edithers sanktuary before. I useter
wonder, how they rote all them long artickels wot everybodie sed show'd
the grate geneyus of the edittur, but I never knowed till this mornin'
bout the laber-savin' masheen, wot is maid of two peeces of steal, with
sharp points on one end, and two rings on the other, wot slip over
the editturs fingers. Wen he's got them on, he takes off his shoes and
stockins, and waids inter a lot of old noosepapers, clippin' out littel
bits here and there, and pastin' 'em on a sheet of wite paper. The
masheen wurked splendid, and Mister Gilley sez its a sure anty-dote agin
skribler's parallysis, wot all great riters is trubbelled with.

Jest 'fore dinner the edit-her begun to get orful dry ritin a artickel
hedded, "Pernisshus Pizen; or, Holesail Slaughter," caused by the
adulterashun of beer with arsernic, so he sent me down to the barroom
next door to get him a bottle of beer on thirty days time. I'd jest got
back to the sanktum, and was takin' out the cork, wen the Metherdist
minnysteer cum in to arrange 'bout a big prohibishun rally wot comes off
next week. He looked orful suspishus at the bottle, till the edit-her
told me to take that bottel of gasserline, to the forman, and tell him
to wash the forms with it, and be sure not to get it neer a lite, cos
gasserline was orful 'xplosive.

I guess it got 'xploded cos, wen the minnyster was gone, I went out to
get it, and I culdn't even find a smell of it, so I had ter go round
to the next block for another, cos the edittur's face wasn't good for
morean one, in the same place, in one day.

Say, Mister Diry, did you ever get a whiff of the smell, throne out by
the paste-pot, in an edittur's offis, wot was 'stablished in '49? Cos,
if you never did, you can't apreshiate how deliteful the consentrated
'xtract of half a dozen glew factorys would be, in comparyson. This
afternoon the edit-her perlitely requested me to consine the contents
of ours to their last restin' place in the ash-heep, in our back-yard.
Menny a silent teer did I shed over the cold and clammy remanes of
hundreds of cockroaches, whose young and usefull lives came to such a
sad and untimely end, in there brave efferts to 'xplore the mystear-ious
and fathemless depths of the "Buster's" paste-pot.

I guess I muster forgot to wash my hands 'fore supper, cos pa's down in
the sellar settin' a trap for a polecat, and ma she swares she's goin'
to have a carpinter take up the dinin'-room flure tomorrer mornin', and
hunt up the rat wot crawled under there and died.




CHAPTER III.

     THE XCHANGE FYEND.--SHEECARGO ALL QUIETT.--THE FYEND GOES
     ABROAD.--HIS GRATE SPERIT APALLED.--THE BERRIED HOPES OF A
     RUMATIICK POET.

Our offis has got wot is called a xchange fyend wot comes in every
mornin wen we get the male and looks over all the papers, cos he's too
meen to buy his own readin matter. I knovv'd by the way the edittur
looks at him, he'd like to kick him down 3 flites of steep steps, but I
guess he borrowed a dime from him, bout ten years ago, and he's
'frade he'll 'tach the offis furniture for it. I alwus like to help my
'mployers outer a tite place, so, this mornin, I run 'cross a paper that
was printed this day sevral yares ago, so I lade it down on the tabil
where the Fyend'd strike it the first thing, and then I got orful busy
dustin the book-case. Wen he cum in, he picked up the paper and looked
down the hed-lines. I seen he was gettin orful xcited, then he snatched
up his hat and segar stump, and run like he was chased by litenin.
Purty soon, there was more an 5,000 peepel on the street in front of the
offis, and the edittur got orful scared, cos he thought they was goin
to run him outer town, on account of the big soshill scandell wot he
published yesterday, so he sent me to the door to see wot they all
wanted. Wen I got there the peeple was most crazey for noose from the
Sheecargo fire. I told em to hold on and we'd hav out an xtra in a
few minits, and then I showed the edittur the paper wot the Fyend was
reedin, wot gave a big account of the Sheecargo fire. Wen we got out our
extra, we sold 'bout 10,000 coppies, with a artickel, wot red like this:

"The latest despaches from that city report Sheecargo all quiett, thanks
to the forethort of the Mayor, in swarein in a large number of extra
perlice, for service durin the sittin of the Youmorists Conven-shun, and
the grate precaushuns taken by Common Counsil to see that no lickher was
sold to delergates!" You bet there was a mad crowd, wen they found out
there warnt no fire a tall in Sheecargo. The 'xchange fyend's gone
to New Jersey, cos it'll have time to blow over, 'fore Congres can
promulgait a xtrodishun treety, with that government.

This afternoon, I was appalled, my grate big spirit fell down into my
shoes, like a Jump of led. Alass how grate the breech is, tween the
orthor, and the columns of a noospaper, and how short the rode, wot
leeds to the waist basket, espeschially the one, in a printin offis like
the Daily "Buster," were the basket covers bout a square akrc of flore.
I was put to cleenin up the waste basket, so as we'd hav the paper
reddy, for the junk man, wot calls round with his six horse teem of
goverment muels, once a week, I coldn't help lingerin over the contents,
and sying, wen I thought, of the hopes wot lied burried thare. There was
one littel peece of poultry, rittin on a sheet of 'lectric blue paper,
and sented with otto of roses, and indited to "My dare George." I wunder
if the poultryess ment me, wen she rote it, cos if she did, she struck
it jest rite, for Ive got it stowed away, in my pants pocket next my
hart.

There was a nother roll of manerskript, wot wayed a pound, and come by
xpress, without bein pade. I guess the edittur was mad, wen he paid 50
sents charges, and found out it warnt no berthday present. A note with
it, red like this:

      My dare Edittur Buster--

      The enclosed storie entitled "Dudish Dick, the Flirtin
      Corn-Doctor of Horse-car No. 36," is wurth $500, but in
      complerment of the high standin of your valewbel jurnal, I
      will allow you to publish it for notthin, if you will send
      me papers containin it.

      Yours trooly,

      Sammy Lane, Author.

Wat unappreciatin beins editturs are! Wen they wuld let a geneyus wot
was capable of pennin the follerin lines go unrewarded:

          A big politishun named Kelley,
          Had a gripin pane in his belly.
          He used St. Jacobs oil,
          And now he's nussin a boil,
          But his pane has left him by golly.




CHAPTER IV.

     HE AIN'T NO TYPERGRAFFICKAL CYCLOPEEDA.--SERIUS
     COMPLERCASHUNS, WITH A TEMPORY ABBERASHUN.--A PRINTIN' OFFIS
     FEED.

I'm in a peck of troubel to-day, wot I'll have ter trust ter Providence
to get me outer. A typergraffickal devil ain't s'posed to know
everything, enyway. Now the hull offis is mad at me, 'cos I ain't a
walk-in' cyclopeeda of typograffickal turm.

In the fust place, the foreman of the composin' room's mad, 'cos wen he
tole me to fech him a long stick, I went down street and hunted round
till I struck a house wot was bein plasturd, and brot him back a good
lath. Wen I giv it to him I thot there was a erupshun from a volcano,
the way he swared at me. He sed he'd a noshun to brake it over my back,
for not havin cents enuff to kno that he bot his fire wood by the cord.
Y didn't he tell me in the fust place he wanted that thing wot printers
use to set type in.

Now the casheer's on his ear, cos he sent me out ter buy a wooden
galley. I know'd very well I couldn't make no mistake there, cos I'm
posted on ship's kichens,

so I arst him how big a one he wanted. He sed medeyum, so I went up to
Johnny Roache's ship-yard and had them send a galley down to the offis,
wot would be big enuf for a good sized skooner. You orter seen the
casheer's face, wen the six-horse teem stopped in frunt of the dore. The
driver was goin to leeve the galley enyway, but the Casheer pade him
to hawl it back, and rote Mr. Roache that there boy was laberin under a
slite abberashun of the mind wen he ordered it. But I think its his
mind wots got the abberashuns instead, from sittin up so late with the
red-hedded grass widder wot keeps the bordin house crost the street from
our house. If it hadn't, y didn't he tell me he warnted a galley for
keepin type in, wen the composin stick's full. Fellers like him orter be
put on ice, cos there too fresh to keep long. He only needs a tale to be
a thorobred dude, cos he's got everything else wat blongs to one.

On my way home, at noon, I stopped to see a feller wot was sellin prize
packits, at the corner of Nassau street, so I didn't get time to ete
much dinner. I was gettin orful hungry bout 4 'clock, wen the edittur
arst me if I thot I culd clere up the pie wot was on the imposin ston.
I didn't warnt to let him see I was so orful hungery, so I told him I
didn't kno. "Well," sed he, "there's nothin like tryin; the fore-man'll
sho you wear it is." I couldn't keep back my grattyfycashun, so I
thanked him three or four times. You bet I was mad, wen I fownd out
there warnt no cherry or mince pie, not even dryed appel, but only a lot
of type wot had got mixed up. I think its reel mene to make a littel boy
like me think hes goin to get a big feed, and then not give him enything
but a lot of led wot nobodie else wuld try to ete.

You orter see our imposin stone; it must be orful valewble. Its a grate
flat peece of marbel, tattooed, all over, with funny hyroglifficks. I
guess its one of the old toombstones wot come from anshunt Troy. Its
a wunder the edittur dont sell it to the Smithsoyun institute, sted of
using it for layin forms on, its so orful imposin.




CHAPTER V.

     A VISIT FROM A DISTINGUSHED ANTY-MONOPERLIST TYPERGRAFFICAL
     TOREWRIST.--HE EXPOSES A MURDERUS CONSPIRACY.--A THRETEND
     RESIGNASHUN.

This mornin our offis was onhered by a visit from a typergraffical
torewrist, wot in-terduced hisself as John McNamee. He sed he'd just
returned from a xtensive visit in the Western States, ware he'd been
for sum time, for the benefit of his health. He is one of the most
distinguished members of the perlitikel partis, called Anti-Monopolists.
I admire a man wot praktices wot he preaches. Now, this Mr. McNamee has
never been known to contribute a cent to surportin our grate ralerode
mo-noperlists, altho he has travilled all over the United States by
rale. Beside that, he wouldn't axcept any accommodashuns short of a
green-line sleeper. Wen I arst him y he didn't ware his gold watch-chain
and silk hat, like all other pollytishuns, he sed his partie was
endevourin to freeze out the big clothin monopolies by wearin their does
till they fell off. I notissed his bus-sum swellin with pride, as he
spoke of the fruits there labor had brot forth in the failyure of so
menney grate clothin furms.

He condersended to thro in sum type, and wen he got thru, him and a
cuppel of our printers adjurned down stares to partake of a shampayne
lunch. I guess he warn't used to drinkin lite wines, cos he's been
sleepin under the paper-cutter all the afternoon, dreemin that he was
bein nom-minated for Preserdent on the great anty-monoperlist ticket.
Jest before dinner the edittur told me to tell the make-up man to kill
Lawrence Rickard. Now, his store is ware my pa buys all his groseries,
and his wife and ma's orful good chums, and b'long to the same sewin'
sircle. Mr. Rickard alwus treeted me rite, and I didn't like to see a
cupple of bludthursty villanes kill him without givin' him tim to say
his prayers, so I called inter his store and told him he'd better skip
out or lay lo, cos the edittur was orful mad at him, and had ordered a
nuther feller to kill him. He sed he'd fix 'em. So rite after dinner a
cupple of perlice cum up to the offis and arrested Mr. Gilley and the
make-up man for conspiracy to murder, and they had to xplane it, and pay
all the costs.

I took a littel vacashun this afternoon, and went out fishin', cos I
remembured wot pa says after he's kissed ma by telerfone,

    "Distance lends enchantment to the vue."

So I thot them two bad men wyld be more enchanted with me if I kep at
a safe distance. I'm orful frade my jurnulistick carrieer's goin' to
be broken off short, but I don't think they orter blamed me, cos the
edittur shutd er told me to tell the make-up man to take out that local
notis wot red: "Fresh vegetabels and grene truck received daily, at
L. I. Rickard's Grocerie," insted of makin' me tell him to kill Mr.
Rickatrd, Well, if I can't be a jurnulist and make a fortune, I' kno wot
I can be, I'll go to the offis in the mornin', and if there's eny music
in the air, I'll resine and berry my hopes. Then I'll leese Dennis
Ryan's old blind muel, wot's too week to kik, and go to peddlin' fish.
The _Buster_ will bust 'fore they make enything outer this chickin;
ain't that so, Mister Diry?




CHAPTER VI.

     THE CLOWD SHEW's ITS SILVER LININ', AND GEORGIE DOES HISSELF
     PROUD.--THE RED-HEDDED OLD SNOOZER QUAKES BEFORE THE DEVIL.--
     HE'S GOT THE GALL.

To-day has ben a glorius day for me, cos it seems like I'd done sumthin
wot was a onher to the perfesshun.

Wen I went down to the offis I felt like my resignashun wuld be
axceptabel, cos my servises could easyly be dispensed with. I left the
door opin wen I went in so as I'd have a avenew of 'scape in case a mine
'xploded. Jest as I got in the press-room I hearn a muffelled voice say:
"Georgie, my boy, is that you?" I answered: "Yes, sir." Then I seen
the edittur reclinin' in a recumbent posishun, under the big sillinder
press, lookin'whither 'an a sheet, and tremblm' like he'd seen his
grandpa's gost. I arst him wot was the matter, and he sez:

"Georgie, there's a man in the offis wot I sed was a red-hedded old
snoozer wot ort to be run outer town. Tell him I've gone to Coney
Ileland to fite a duhell with Sullivan, or say I'm out takin' my mornin'
pistil practise. Tell him enything, only get schutt of him."

I sez: "You becher life, I'll fix him." So I went inter the sanktuary,
like I own'd the hull bisness, and I seen his oner walk-in' up and down,
swarin' to hisself, like he was repeetin' the responces in the 'Piscopal
church.

Soon as he cot site of me, he sez:

"Young man, where am that red-hedded, shaller-braned, lantern-jawd,
squint-eyed, crooked-knoes son of a ded beet? Show me him till I
pulverise him so fine that his remanes wouldn't bring 5 cents if you was
to sell em for pure superfosfated binary bone."

"Wot did you remark?" sez I.

"Show me the insignificant littel puppy wot sed I was a red-hedded old
snoozer," sed he.

"Oh! you wish ter see the edittur. I'll call him," sez I.

[Illustration: A GENTLEMAN, WANTS TO INTER VUEHIM. ]

Then I went to the speakin tube wot goes up inter the composin-room, and
sung out orful loud:

"Tell the fitin edittur that there's a gentleman, down in the offis,
wants to intervue him. Tell him he'd better lode up his dubble-barrl'd,
breech-lodin blunderbuss with dannymite cartrag cos the gentleman
prefers a-heeted argument."

Then I turned round and told the man that the edittur 'd be down in a
minnit.

He cooled rite off and sed:

"Thank you, my boy; there's no hurry; I guess you'll do jest as well.
I only called to pay for your valuabel paper. Tell the edittur my hole
family culdn't get along without it; even the baby lays awake all nite
cry in' for it."

And then he handed me a $10 bill and didn't wate for no change, for he
ony had a cuppel uv minnits to each a trane in. Mr. Gilley was listenin'
to the hull conversashun, an', wen the coast was cleer, he come out from
his hidin' place and patted me on the back and sez:

"Georgie, you're a brick; you're goin' to be a onher to your perfeshun.
Sum day you'll be a _Pulsitter_, cos you've got the gall of a _Sun_
reporter."

I wonder if _Sun_ reporters swet much, cos I never go golled 'less it
was in summer wen pa maid me play the fiddel with the old buck saw,
gettin' the wood reddy for winter. I guess I must be a hero, cos
the sportin' edittur, wen he hurd wot I did, took me to the fotograf
gallarv, and had my pictur taken, so as he culd pass me off for the new
English prize fiter, wot he's training so as he can lick Sullivan.




CHAPTER VII.

     HE INTERVUES ELI PERKINS AND GETS SUM POINTS ON JURNERLISTIC
     EGGSAGGERASHUN, PREVARICASHUN AND MAGNIFYCASHUN.--Y PULLMAN
     STOK IS GOIN UP.

Wen I was round to the hotels, this mornin' gettin the arrivals, I seen
sumthin on the regester of the Grand Pacific wot look'd like a cuppel of
spiders had ben fitin and got there legs in the ink bottel and crawled
over bout a dozen lines. I arst the clerk wot it ment. He culdnt: say
til he seen wot number the wot-is-it had. After lookin over his leger he
found that No. 36 stood for Eli Perkins and a grate big bord bill.

I've hurd it sed that it showed enterprise for a noosepaper man to
intervue distinguished guests, so I thot it'd do purty neer as well to
intervue a distinguished liar. So I got the clerk to sho me up to Mr.
Per-kin's room.

It feel like I'd got up a rung or two on the ladder alreddy, cos the
edither thot my peece wot I rote bout the intervue was good, and its
goin to be put in to-morrer mornins paper. I rite it down in your pages,
Mister Diry, so as I can look at it wen my hart grows weery strugglin
for fame and wriches:

"After xchangin good mornins, the _Buster_ reporter sed:

"'Mr. Perkins, youre one of the biggest liars in America, aint you?'

"'Who sed I was one of 'em, yung man?' sed he, gettin mad, and comin
over to were I was sittin, like he was goin to formally interduce his
patent lether pumps to the paches wot I sit down on. 'Who sed so? Name
him instanly, and I'll brand him as an infamous liar. Me, one of the
biggest liars in America. It's mene, to, contemtabel. To think that I
shuld hav toiled a life to stablish a reputashun, only to be classed as
one of the biggest liars of America. No, young man, you're rong. I am
the grate I am liar of the unyverse.'

"By this time our reprysentative was feelin like he'd mistakin his
callin, but musterin up courage, he sed:

"'Mr. Perkins, I'm a yung aspyrant for jurnalistic onhers. Can you give
sum points on the bizness, wot I culd use to advantage?'

"'Yes, my son, you becher bottom dollar, I can. Alwus bear in mind
that the three furst principels of moddern jur-nalism is Prevaricashun,
Eggsaggeration, and Magnifycashun. For instance: If Tallmage, in his
sermin, sez he b'lieves there's a hell, you want to be sure to rite it
up thusly: "Rev. Tallmage, havin just returned from a short visit, held
his hearers spellbound for a hour, yesterday morning, by his grand and
vivid discripshun of the mildness of the climat of a salubrous summer
resort" This wuld be a excellent illustrashun of Prevaricashun.

"'Eggsaggershun would be like this: If a candydate of the oppersishun
treats a fellow to a glass of beer, you wanter say: The barrel's ben
tapped, and fabulous sums are bein expended to inflooence voters, and
never forget to hed the artickel Fraud, Corrupshun, and Forgerry.

"'If a six-pound baby comes to one of your subskribers, you warnter size
the farther up, and if he's good for twenty-five segars the babys got
ter be twelve pounds. If he's good for fifty make it eighteen pounds,
and if he sends round a hole box, with the notis, the baby's got to turn
into twins. This wuld be a case of magnifycashun. It shos jurnerlistick
enterprise. Y, I've known cases where a puny 8-pound boy got to be
bouncin triplets, mother and babies doin' well, all cos their papa
had cents enuf to send sum wiskey 'long with the segars. Those are the
principel points to bare in mind, and if you follow em up rite, you'll
become a grate and good jurnerlist. If you ever run short of sensashuns,
get on the track of the "mercury" liar and foller him up, till you
strike his mine of valuabel infer-mashun.'

"'How long are you goin' to be in the city, Mr. Perkins?'

"'Only a few days. I'm here fixin' up my fenses, and puttin' in a bid
for the nommenashun for the Preserdency. I'm orful anxyus to run agin'
Ben Butler.'

"'Is there enything else startlin' that you know, Mr. Perkins?' queried
our rep-rysentativ.

"'Yes, but you musn't give it away, cos I'm short on Pullman stok. Do
you see this?' said he, holdin' up a peece of cotton, 'bout six inches
square. 'Well I come down from Albanie on a sleeper last nite, and this
morning I mistook one of the sheets for my hankerchef, and this thing is
the sheet, but don't menshun it, cos it'll make the stok jump a foot.'

"'Good mornin', Mr. Perkins, wenever I run short of lies I'll call
agen.'"




CHAPTER VIII.

     A CONVENSHUN OF THE DUDE DEMMERCRAZEY,--A COUNTRY DELEGAIT.--
     THE EDITHER GETS NOMMERNATED FOR GOVERNOR, AND GEORGIE
     SMOKES A $15,000 SEGAR.

There's something to pay to-day, is wot the edither sed to the casheer
tonite, wen I walked up to the desk for my $2 in munney and a bushell of
gloryfycashun.

Yes, it was to pay all day in town, cos there was a convenshun of the
Dude Dem-mercrazey in the Grand Opera House, and the candydates had all
the salloons leesed, and war busy servin out free wisky, like they've
got in O-i-o.

Mr. Diry, did you ever see a full-bludded Demmercratic delegait from a
country village? Well, jist immagin a tall, leen, lank indyvidooal, with
long hare, slouch hat, a knoes wot looked like it'd been in collishun
with a elderberrie pie, and a sute of cloes wot was bort wen old Father
Adam's wardrope of fig leeves was sold out by the Sherruf of Eden
county. That is a kyrect pickter of them fellers whose hands is ichin to
grab hold of the desternies and post-offisses of Amerika, and if you'll
take my advise you won't make no closer investi-gashun, lesn you've got
munney nuff to spare to set em up.

The aldermen of the city passed a resurlushun closin up the front dores
of the s'loons, cos they was frade if they was left open sumthin mite
happin wot would hurt the reputashun of the partie in the common hurd
wot do the votin. But then the delergates didn't mind circumventin a
bildin, as long as they got a chanse, to circumvent sum hot stuf wen
they got inside.

After dinner, the Convenshun was called to order, and the boss carpenter
naled a lot of old seccund hand planks togethur, wot they called a
platform. Then the onherabel members, got orful full of 'nthusyasm, cos
the nommernashun for Guvner, was in order, jest then my chum jimmy, wots
workin for the Districk Telergraf Corn-penny come in, and handed the
Cheerman a despach, wot he red out loud. It sed:

     Nommernate Joe Gilley, for Guvner,
     and I'll tap a barrel, Sammy Tilton.

The thots of the barrl was too much for the assembelled multertude of
the grate unwashed, and ther was quietness in the Hall, wile vishuns
of wiskey baths, free lunch stands, and clene paper collars, past befor
thir eyes. Then ther was a loud cheir, and Joe Gilley wos nommernated
by acclamashun. The rest of the ticket was put on the slate, by order
of John Kelley, and the delergates adjourned to the _Buster_ offis, were
the temperance edittur regaled em, with a demmyjohn of Appel Jack,
wot the committee giv him sted of cash, last time he lectured, on
Proherbishun, in Hobokin.

Wen the croud was cleered, Mr. Gilley arst me if I know'd the boy wot
brung the note. I told him he was my chum, and I'd rote the despach for
fun.

Then he shook hands with me, and sed I was smarter 'an chane litenin',
and I'd get to be Preserdent sum day, cos I beet all the pollytishuns he
ever know'd at wirepulling. Then he thanked me, and give me a cuppel of
segars, one for Jimmy and one for me, to call it square. We're goin' to
save 'em til to-morrer after dinner, cos it tain't offen boys, like us,
get a chanse to smoke $15,000 dollar segars, and these muster cost
that, cos the evenin' papers says Mr. Gilley pade $30,000 for the
nommernashun.

He's ben most everything but a demmycrat, but he says he guesses he can
stummick there docktrins 'til he gets to Albany.




CHAPTER IX.

     THE REPORTER INTERVUES A PULITICKEL GOST.--ROS CONKLIN GIVES
     HIM SUM PRESERDENSHALL POINTERS, AND VANISHES WITH HIS
     BOTTEL.

Yesterday was Sunday, so I didn't mak no entry, cos the corpse hadn't
climaxed.

Jest as we was leavin the offis Saturday nite I heerd the city editur
tell the purlitickal repertoriai liar that he wanted him to hunt up
a purlitickal gost, cos the _Buster_ culdn't afford to let a little
one-horsed, two-for-a-cent daily, like the _Times_, have the monopolie
of the etheriel spirit act, not by a numerous long site. Bout 10 'clock
in the evenin I saw the reporter passin our house, on his way to Trinity
churchyard, so I run up stairs and borrered one of ma's nite gownds
and nite caps, wot she wares wen she's 'mbracin morfeeus. Then I tuk a
short-cut down to the seminery. I'd jest got there, and was puttin the
last touches to my gostley toilet, wen I seen the reporter comin in the
gate. Wen he got purty neer up to were I was I coffed sort o' loud and
unearthy like. Well, you'd dide to see him drop his note book and get a
fit of Hodeley's shakin malaria. He was jest recoverin and gettin ready
to vacate the premises wen I immertated the voice of the feller wot says
the long prayers at Oshun grove camp meetin, and sez:

"Young mortel noosepaper man, what warntedst thou, encroachin on the
peece and quiet of our last restin place, with thy terrestriel note
book?"

"In the name of John Kelley, the omnippetent boss of the New York
Demmercrazey, who are you? Speak!" said the reporter.

"Sinse you command me in the name of one of the gods, I will speak. See
this brillyant plumage," sed I, placin my hand where I sit down, "now
covered from earthly vue. I am Stalwart Conklin, the stallwart of the
Rerpublikan partie, doomed for a sertain time (till '84) to strut arouad
on the confines of the perlitickel arena, attended by my humbel page
Mctoo."

"Ros, old boy, shake!" sed the reporter, puttia out his baud and givia
mine a urthly pull, soon as he found out he warnt talkin to no angel.
"Who's goin to be the coming President?"

"Lissen, and I'll unfold a tail See yonder rooster, all bedecked in
gold?" sed I, pointin to the wether vein on top of the _Tribune_ bildin.
"Well, put your hand to it, and you'll behold the man wot my in-flooence
is going to carry to the Wite House. If you've got eny spare change, put
her up on Winnyfield Skot Hancock, and count Mr. Conklin in Secretarry
of State, but don't yer never giv it away, cos I'm play in' a dubbel
game. Give us a suck of your bottel, and I'll hie myself thitherward for
my nitely game of pennie anty with Genral Grant, who alreddy is awaitin'
me behind yonder cloud of Havannah smoke."

"Hold on, Ros, leve us a smell," sed the reporter, as I shoved the
bottel in my pistil pocket, and disserpeered behind a toombstun.

This mornin' the intervue come out in the _Buster_, and the hull corpse
of noosgathururs of the other papers is detaled in divishuns to wach all
the semerneries in the hope of interviewin' the gost of James G. Blame,
and the demmercrazey is wilder with inthusiasm than they was after
Fouracres got drownded in wiskey out in Oio.




CHAPTER X.

     HE REPORTS A XERDENT WOT HAPPENED TO J. GOULD AND SETS ALL
     NEW YORK WILD.--XCITE-MENT IN WALL STREET.--JIMMY NERVOUS.--
     YOU CAN TELL THEM BY THE COMPANY THEY KEEPS.

I never could see y peepel with good cents don't xercise a little
jugement wen they name their baby's, so as fellus like me, wot is a
young aspyrant for jurnerlistic ornhers, wouldn't git mixed up on 'em.

Now the citie edittur told me if I ever hurd of any dog fites, or
axydents, to report 'em, cos it'd keep me in practise. So this mornin,
bout 3 o'clock, we was woke up by a orfull loud poundin on the front
dore. Pa thot it was burglers, jest as if they'd nock at the dore if
they wanted to cum in and steel. So ma had to go to the winder, and she
found out it was Mrs. Gould, that's my chum, Jimmie's mother. She was
cryin orful, and wanted ma to come over to her house, cos Jimmy had got
the nitemare from etin too much minsepie, and fell outer bed, and she
was frade he'd brok his kneck, cos he hadn't spok a wurd sinse. I seen I
had a chanse to distinguish myself, so I put on my cloes and run down
to the offis. Oll the editturs and reporthers had gone to bed, cos
the paper was jest goin to press, so I told the foreman all bout the
axerdent wot happinned to J. Gould. He got orful xcited, and sed I orter
be promoted, cos it was a splendid item, and we'd be the only paper wot
would hav it, and then he got the paper reddy for 50,000 extra coppies.

Wen I went down town after brake-fast I never seed such xcitement;
hundreds of peeple was at every street corner reedin' the _Buster_ and
discussin' probubillytees of a panic. The noose-boys was coinin' money
sellin' our paper, singin' out "All 'bout the axerdent," and showin' the
peeple the _Busters_ hedlines, wot red: "Terribel Calamyty! J. Gould,
the Ralerode King, Falls Outer Bed and Sustains Fatul Injuries."

The managers of the other noosepapers was orful mad, and maid all the
citie reporters hand in their resignashuns, cos they wasn't smart enuf
to each the item.

Down in Wall strete there was a reglar pannick. The Beers was jest as
happy as they culd be, and most all of 'em maid there fortunes before
dinner, cos all the stock went down like led. Jest wen a lot of the
bulls was goin' to bust up and pay ther creditturs 5 cents on the
dollar, who should walk inter the Xchange but J. Gould himself. You
never seen such a surprised crowd enyw'ere; they all thot it was his
gost till he 'xplayned that it warn't him wot fell outer bed a tail He
sed he know'd he was purty late gettin' down town, but they must 'xcuse
him, cos he was kep up purty late, calkin' up a cask of "Western Union
Water" wot sprung a leek.

The 'xcitement's beginnin' to ware off now, but you bet the _Buster's_
got a big lot of free advertising and Mr. Giliey warn't a bit mad, wen
I 'xplained how it all happened, cos the Wall strete beers is goin' to
s'port him for Guv'ner, cos the _Buster's_ made 'em all wrich.

Jimmie's allrite agin; he was only stunned, and he got out of bed in
time to get down to the telegraf offis. I feel orful proud of my chum
now. I never know'd how much he was valewd before. You see now, Mr.
Diry, wot a boy makes of hisself when he 'sociates with a risin' yung
jurnerlist, like yours trooly, Georgie.




CHAPTER XI.

     IN THE ROLE OF DRAMATICK CRITTICK.--"HOSIERY HENRYETTUR, OR
     A BOOM IN FANCY GOODS."--THE HAPPY DENEWMENT.

I didn't write nothin in you last nite, Mr. Diry, cos me and
Maria--that's my gal--was takin in the furst nite at the theatur.

Jest wen I was lee vin the offis the edittur called me aside and arst
me if I thot I was capabel to report the furst performance of "Hosiery
Henryettur, or A Boom in Fancy Goods," cos the dramattick edit-tur had
gone and got mashed on the latest perfesshunal buty from Cleveland, and
warn't fit for duty.

I sez: "You becher sweet neck, I can."

So he give me a cupple of "comps" and a led nickle for to buy candie and
peenuts with. Wen I got home I drest up in my Sunday-skule cloes, and
went round and wated wile my gal was puttin on her bandyline and rubbin
her face with a red sawcer wot she sez she uses for newralgy.

You bet, this devil felt proud, promerinardin his gal down the ile to
the front orchestrey chares, wots reserved for us rep-rysentatives of
the metrypollyton press.

I got out my note-book and pencil, and me and Maria ete candie, talked
sweet, and wated developments.

I'll pass over the prolog, and giv you the report jest as it was printed
in this mornin's _Buster_:

"Last evenin, the curtin, in Niblo's theattur, rose to a large,
appreshiativ, and bald-hedded audiense wot sit in the orkerstry cheers.

"The play wot come on the staige for the furst time in 'Merica was
'ntitled 'Hosiery Henryettur, or A Boom in Fancy Goods.' The plot
was novel, romantik, and excrushiatingly interestin. The principal
charackters is Henryettur, a assthetick young ladie, dorter of a
Fillydelphy lawyer, and Augustus Angerlinus Fizzlesprung, a dude, wot
wares a eye glass and carries a gold plaited kane, wot he chews sted
of terfaackky, cos his nerves is week. Henryettur is orful sick 'bout
Gussy, and wuld giv her lock of Horsecar Wild's hare, wot she carrys in
her bussum, if Gussy would ony tumbel and marry her. But Gussy wouldn't
tumbel if the hull of Broadway'd fall on him, cos he's mashed on a lot
of dudines wot do the balleyin act in the academme. The furst act was
very utter, in fact too utterly utter for utteranse. The scenery was
grandly sublime, bein a combynashun of sunflours and Baltymore
oysters, wot are sed to be very assthetick. The seccund scene is more
commonplase, cos it reprysents a green room of a theat-tur with the
artists sittin round a tabel, makin a supper off of Boston baked beens
and shampain sawse. Gussy 'pares in the background and givs the gals $5
to danse a bally for his own speshell benerfit. Then they all cam to
the front of the staige. We guess they b'long to the femail econymist
persuashun, cos they all 'pared to be very eccornomical in goods wen
they maid there skurts, or else they got there dresses wet, cos they've
shrunk way up 'bove their nees, and way down b'low there necks. The
clerk wot sold 'em there stockins must of warrented them to wash,
cos there all colors, and there bout the only part of there does wots
anyways long. The dan-cin' part of the performanse didn't 'pare to be
much appreshyated by the older porshun of the audiense, cos they shaded
their eyes with their opera glasses and blushed on the top of there
heds, were there hare used to grow. The gals then go thru a lot of
moshuns, dansin the racket, and Gussy sets 'em up.

"The furst scene of Act III. is in Henryettur's privat boodywar. She
walks round, holdin a big sunflower in her hand, and calls it to witness
that if her dare Gussy don't make up his mind purty soon to marry her,
the tender thred wot holds her to this mundain spere will soon cum to
a too utterly utter, suddint round turn. Then she whispers sumthin to
herself, and jumps bout a foot, and xclaims, in a anty-assthetik voice:
'I will do it! By the misterious hare, hidden in the opake depths of
10-cent-a-plate ice-creme, I will do it!'

"The scene then changes to a rehursal in the theattur, with Gussy
looking at the bailey. All on a suddint a gal comes dancin out
on tip-toes and movin her hands round like she was playin'
skippin'-the-rope. Her close is purty, ony they're a good deal more
shrunken than wot the other gals had on, and her lower xtremer-ties look
like she was smugglin' cotton from New Orleans. Gussy then gets mashed
on her rite away, and she don't 'pare to mind it a bit, cos she sot rite
down on his knee, and they begun a-talkin' awful soft. Purty soon she
jumped 'bout six feet, wen Gussy shoved a pin inter her stockins. Then
he reckernized her as Henryettur, and the bailey bring on the happey
denewment act, by balleyin' round wile Gussy and Henryettur 'mbrace and
kiss each other, and the property man lifts up his hands and sez:

"Henryettur, you had better Go put on your cloesietter, Cos you are too
utter utter, Drest all in your hosieryetter; Gussy, you must let her,
let her, And I'm sure you'll like her better Wen you've settur, settur,
settur, And we've drunk to your dudetter."




CHAPTER XII.

     A OLD BILL.--THE EDITTUR GETS A FORTUNE FROM OSSTRAILYER.--
     SAMANTHY LONGTUNG AS THE BLUSHING BRIDE EXPECTENT.--THE END
     JESTERFIES THE MEENS.

The edittur was lookin outer the winder this mornin, wen, who should he
spie cummin up the offis steps, but Miss Samanthy Longtung, that's my
Sundy skule teecher, wots sweet forty and aint never had a mash. He sed,
he guessed he'd better not be to home, so I'd hav to stand her off, cos
she'd cum to collect the quarter, wot he'd forgot to pay, wen he eat
that plate of injy-rubber oyster supe at the church festival, bout a
yere ago.

Wen Miss Longtung cum in, she reck-ernized me, and congratulated me on
enterin such a onherabel perfesshun. Then she kissed me rite on the
mouth, and sed, she wished I was growd up to be a big man. Then she asst
me if Mr. Gilley was in, and wen I told her "no," she sed she was orful
sorry, cos she'd cum to collect a littel bill, wot she's gone
responsibel for, and wot was purty neer dew.

I told her I was sure Mr. Gilley would be orful sorry, wen he cum back
and found she'd ben to see him, cos I'd hurd him say, he thot she was
the purtist yung ladie, he knowd, n town, and of all wimmin, she was the
one he'd hav, wen he got a wife.

She sez, "Do tell, Georgie," and then she kissed and hugged me, all
over, and asst me how long the edittur would be gone.

I seen she was warntin to kno too much & wuldnt stan off wuth a cent.
So I told her that Mr. Gilley wuldnt get back til nite, cos he was up
to his turney's, arrangin bout gettin the big fortune wot his uncle, wot
dide in Osstrailyer, had left to him.

"The poor dare man," sez she; "didnt I alwus tell them yung snips of
gurls at sewin circles that Mr. Gilley'd be welthy sum day, I guess
they won't turn up their knoeses and call me a dride up old made, when
Samanthy Longtung turns inter Samanthy Gilley. I alwus knowd I'd be
married fore I got outer my teens, and to think my darlin Joe was too
onherable and bashful to ask my hand fore he got his fortune. But I
spose he was frade I wuldnt giv this poor hart, to a poor man, wen so
menny welthy suters wus round," Then she hugged me agin, & told me to
tell Mr. Gilley never to mind bout that quarter, cos she'd advance it
outer her own pocket. Seein she was so orful kind, I told her all bout
the fortune; how Mr. Gilley's uncle was sent out ter rustercate in
Bottany Bey by the British Guvment, but the barmy breezes of the bey
didnt agree with his constetushun, so he resined and took a boat for a
nuther ileland, & wen he got there he borrud sum sheep from a farmer, &
them sheep got marreed, & then there was a lot of littel sheep, wen they
growd up and got married, and kep the ball rollin' even to the 3d & 4th
generashun, wen the old man dide. And now Mr. Gilley was goin to hav
them aucshunned off, & he thot he'd get bout half a millyun for em. Then
I show'd her the plans of the Grammercy Park palace, wot the perlitical
edittur is keepin for refrence, in case he's called on to boom Mr.
Tilden for Preserdent, and told her them was the plans of the reserdense
wot Mr. Gilley was goin to hav bilt to take his blushin bride too,
after they got back from a Yuropeean hunney-moon. Then I maid her promis
faithfully that she wouldnt tell a sole bout the fortune & manshun, cos
the Edittur of the _Buster_ was the maudestest man in New York city.

The Jesuites used to say that "The end alwus justerfies the meens." Sum
of the old Rode Ileland Purytans may say I'm a liar, but I don't agree
with em, cos I've maid too peepel happy. Samanthy Longtung is radient,
cos she walked up the strete like she was tredin on air. And Mr. Gilley
acts like he'd unloded a hull team full of pig led oflfen his mind, cos
he knoes Samanthy'll have the noose of the fortune all over town 'fore
nite, and then he'll be abel to stave off his bills, and run his cheek
for wotever he warnts, for a hull yare to cum. He told me, wen I was
cummin home, that I was a born diplermatist, & ort to hire myself out to
King Alfonso, of Spain, in case he'd get insulted agin.




CHAPTER XIII.

     TRAVERLIN IN STILE.--GRAND RECEPSHUNS AND BABY KISSIN
     MATTYNAYS.--MISTAKEN FOR HIS AXERDENSY.--A DEDLEY STATE.

6 p. m., Troy, N. Y.

Mr. Diry:

You will notis by the above address, that you and me are away from home
to-nite, and I spose you orter have sum xplenashun of our doins. Well,
wen I got down to the offis this mornin, Mr. Gilley told me to go rite
home and put on my Sunday cloes, and be reddy to start for Troy on the
leven clock trane, cos we was goin to opin up the campane there, and he
wanted me to carry his sachell, wot had a demmy-John in. Wen I got
back, Gilley was orful busy with a old pall-bearer of the Demmercratick
corpse, from Shodack, fixin the rate per caperta wot was to be bid for
votes.

Wen we got to the depot, Vanderbuilt had had one of his spells, and had
been sendin the publick to Haydies, so he wuldn't let the trane wate ten
minnits for a guvmentel candy date. Mr. Gilley was in an orful way bout
gettin left, cos he had to be at Troy to-nite, and there warnt no other
trane wot would get us there, so he pade a feerful big pile of munney
for a speshell. President Arthur, and a lot of other Republercan dudes
was goin to start for Bufflo on a fishin xcurshun at 1 o'clock, so our
train got under way rite off, and every other trane on the rode was
sidetracked to let us get past.

There was a norful crowd at every sta-shun, wot had cum from miles
round, to see us distingushed cityzens. We stopped at Yungkurs to water.
The town has got a orful apropriate name, judgin by the way the mothers
brot ther yung curs for us to kiss. I dont care nothin for baby's
enyway, but I had to submit to a lot of slobberin for the sake of
inflooensin votes, for my Candydate. At Fishkill we stopped for
refreshments, and was waited on by a brass band and the Mayor and more
baby's. Mr. Gilley spoke a few wurds and thanked the crowd for their
curtesies, and named a few babies. Jest as we was steemin outer the
depot, he dropt his red bandanner handkerchef; you'd dide to see them
yung gals tumbel over each other and scrambel for it. Before they got
it, it was tore all up, in little bits, and most every gal wot got a
peece, unbuttoned there jerseys, and stowed it way in there bussums.
Fishkill, like Yungcurs, has got a purty good name, cos it emits a
perfume, very surgestive of cleenin fish, wot was fresh wen Preserdent
Buckannon was inaugerated.

Mr. Gilley was feelin orful proud of his recepshuns, all long the line,
& it warnt till we got to Albany that he found out that the peepel took
him for Preserdent Arthur. Then he got orful indignant, & made the air
of the cur smell like condensed sulfur gas, the way he swared. He sez
his xperience of unkindnesses has been purty big in his lifetime, but
that the peepel of New York State shuld take him for his Axerdensy was
the gol durndest unkindest cut of all, and he'd be struck by litenin,
with a asse's jaw, if he didn't make the furst barber he seen shave
them leg-a-mutton sidebords clene off, cos they was bringin his bald hed
inter disgrace. Wen we got to Troy we was met by the Centril Committee,
and druv round to all the salloons, so as we'd see all the sites, &
set em up for the crowd. I heer the band pleyin "See the conqrin hearo
comes." I guess the populace is waitin for me, so I'll have to stop
ritin now.




CHAPTER XIV.

     IMMENSE NTHUSIASM.--SUM POINTERS ON THE TARIFF.--THE OHIO
     BABY'S.----POOR LITTLE CAST OFF.--THE FALLEN GRATE.

My bussum swells to-nite with pride cos we've tuk the town by storm. If
peepel warnt all Demmycrats before, they is now, cos our speechyfyin
has struck in purty deep. The meetin was a grand suckcess fizzically,
morally, numerrically, and, I guess, votingly.

From the furst, we pollytishuns was received with a perfect ovashun.
Chair after chair rended the air, and the seen was only comparable to
the nitely concerts of the tommas cats and there parrymores on the back
fences of 42d street.

The silence was so grate you culd of hurd a dudine smile, wen Mr.
Gilley, in answer to a request to say sumthin bout the tariff, sed:
"Gentlemen and other Demmercrats, I regret very much that I can not
axceed to your request to menshun that all important questshun, the
tariff. My hart is reddy to bust with greef wen I think how menney
of you listened last Thursday nite to that Republercan demmygog, John
Sherman, and was deseeved. I met that gentelman in a hotel in New York
the other day. Sum one axed him if he'd sed enything in his Troy speech
bout the tariff. 'Yes,' sed he, 'I fed them durn country gallutes with
tariff taffy til they was runnin over.' I shall refrane from sayin
enythin more on the subject, cos you want to let your stummacks settel
again fore you take a nuther emettick." Mr. Gilley finished up his
speech, by pointin to the glorious victory in Oio, and urgin the
dem-mercrazey to "wurk, wurk, for the day is at hand. Look at Oio. A
Republican legislatur begat a baby, & it called it Seccund Amendment
Propersishun, it put it up, for the admirashun of the peepel. The
demmercrazy had a baby also, it was cristened Wiskey, it grew fat,
saucy, & popular. Seccund Amendment Propersishun appared to hav ben a
littel too previous, wen it come round, & grew to be a littel, puney,
sickley, child. Wot would eny mother have done? Wouldnt she have hired
a wet nurse? Did the Republican mother do this? No, gentlemen, not by a
long shot she didn't! She got ashamed of the baby, & abandoned it at
the dores of the wimmin of Oio, leavin it to them, to bring up on the
bottel. This was not all, gentlemen, the hartless mother got jellus, &
tride to steel littel Wiskey. But the grate buxom, german frawleen, wot
he had for nuss, couldnt see it a tall. Too much bottel. Too much W.
C. T. U. soothin sirrup, & too many wimmin, killed the poor littel cast
off, Seccund Amendment Propersishun, and the remanes was berried last
Tuesday. Littel Wiskey is growin to be a big & lazy boy, mother & father
doin well."

This was too much for the crowd 'cos they got wild with nthusyasm, &
shoved us in a carriage, & hauled us all over Troy.

The luv I bare the grand, anshunt, and onherabel partie of the grate
unwashed, tempts me to pass over, the grand finale of todays proceedins.
But my dutie as a chronickler of actooal events, compels me to menshun
the fact that after our late drive tonite, the select sircle of
pollytishuns, partuk of a banquet, and becom so full of grattytude, sour
mash, and old borbon prinsipels, that they are now, down stares, humbly
bitin' the dust of the dinin room flure, and confessin there mannyfold
sins, & trespasses, to the open and obligin eers, of half a dozen nickel
plated cusspy-dores.




CHAPTER XV.

     IN A TROY HOTEL.----GRAND REVUE AND MILLYTARY
     DEMONSTRASHUN.--THE ATTAK OF THE LEEGUNS.--HOLESALE DETH AND
     CONFUSHUN.--THE RECALL.

I feel most too tired to rite in you tonite, Mr. Diry, but I guess I'll
tell you wot made me feel so xerted. After the meetin and banquet was
over last nite, the cullured gentelman, wot was in attendanse, at the
hotel, ushered me up to my room wot was on the skie balconey teer.

[Illustration: I CREP OUTER BED AND LIT THE GAS. ]

I got off my cloes & jumped inter bed, as quick as possibel, cos I was
purty well used up. i'd jest got inter a sleep, & was dreemin I was a
candydate for Preserdent, on the no-nuthin platform, with Benny Butler
hung on the tail of the ticket, wen I was woke up by feelin sumthin like
a lectric shock creepin over me. I begun to get scared, cos I felt like
I was gettin the seven yares ich, so I crep outer bed & lit the gas.
On xammenashun I found a feerful lot of little wite lumps all over my
bodie. Then I looked at the sheets, & a grande site was presented to
my vishun. There on a littel knoll, of the fether bed, stood the
commander-in-chief, surrounded by his staff, issuin orders. Grouped all
round, in regyments, divishuns, & briggades, were comanys of privats
in their full dress parade unyform of scarlet. As each regyment defiled
passed the Commander, the band struck up the Nashunal anthem of:--

     "Bite, Brother, bite with keer
     And do your dutie as a bed buggeer."

The processhun was the most imposin I ever seen. The entire time taken
in passin a given point was two hours and ten min-nits.

At eggsactly 2:20 a.m., the army formed in a holler square, with
the officers in the middel. The high priest then passed round them,
skatterin insense all over the soldjers, and xhortin them to stand firm,
cos vick-torie, glory & spoils was rite within there reech. Then he
skattered sum more insense, wot smelt wuss than limbugger cheese, all
over them.

By this time it was 3 a. m., and I was gettin sumwhat nervus and
cold, in my abbreevyated costume, my mercyfull disposishun and other
considerations restrayned me from dealin out holesale slorter to the
enemy. Wile I was tryin to devise meens to recapture my fortress,
without incurrin the risk of a eppydemick, I seen the army form, in five
divishuns. The one under Majah Genral Bloodsucker, bein ordered to scale
the walls and take a posishun on the ceelin. The other four divishuns
to assume the offensive, and attack me simultaneously on my flanks. Alas
for me, too soon, I seen, my mercy had ben illtimed, nothin was left me
but to make hasty preperashuns for the defense. Quickly I grabbed the
wash basin, and slop bole, and placed each under a leg of my chare.
There was nuthin else in the room, wot I cud use for a mote, in
despyration I seized a copy of the New York _Sun, Presbyteeryan Banner_,
and a book 'ntitled "Biblikal Reesons Why." Placin the _Sun_ and
"Biblikal Reesons Why," under the remainin unprotected legs of my chare,
and holdin the _Presbyteeryan Banner_ over my bed with a feendish laff,
I mounted my fortyfour cashun, and awated the attack.

The corps on the seelin, under Genral Bludsucker, was ordered to take
the inishiativ.

Formin in a compact falanx, the band playin the wile, they
simmultaneoushly took the perylus leep, landing rite in the middle of
my defense. Poor fellows! they met the fate of many others. Miscalculate
the distance they had fallen upon the Funny collum of the _Presbyteeryan
Banner_, and its well known soporiffic effects completely overcom them.

Seein the discomfertufe of the Bludsuckers command Genral Robeson
advanced, on the dubbel quick, over my N.Y. _Sun_ barrycade. He had
almost reeched the leg of my chare, wen urgin his men forward he crossed
a line, and rushed rite into deth, yes a suddin and horrybel deth!
Poor fellus! they didnt notis in there hurried adyanse, that they were
attemptin to cross a sarcastick and vengeful dubble ledded editorial,
on the United States navy, by Charles A. Danamite. The survivors will no
dout erect a monument over the remains of there brave and darin comrads,
beerin the inskripshun "Dide of broken harts."

Genral Robert Ingersol, seein the destruckshun of Robesons forces,
determined to advanse slowly, he had jest scaled the back of my
barrycade, and was preparin for a rush, wen his eyes cot site of the
title of the book. He immejiately sounded the retreet. Biblical Reasons
Why was too much for him, and he did not feel like crossin the kasm, and
exposin his men to more numerus and hotter perrils.

A counsil of war was then held, and it was decided to get the forces all
together, and make one determined effort, to capture my fortress from
the see. A half burnt mach was obtained, and a company of soldjers
embarked upon it. The ma-sheenary of the transport must of giv out,
cos the bote became unmanageable, and its livin freight, seein there
hopeless condish-un, joined in singin', "We're goin down to Glory."

By this time, the sun streemin thru the cracks of the curtin, warned the
survivors of the approch of day, and a genral recall was sounded, and
the entire force retreeted to there impenetrabel fortresses in the
cracks of the bedsted, leavin me completely master of the situashun.

Now, Mr. Diry, can you wunder at my feelin sum wot tired after such a
xperiense, and a tedjus ride down from Troy? Prap's you may consider me
a liar. If you do, you are mistakin, cos every wurd I have rittin in you
to nite is the solium truth, without "any prevaricashun, eggsagerashun,
or magnifycashun, and besides that, every-bodie wot knoes me, sinse
I packed away my petty cotes, will tell you, I'm a littel Georgie
Washinton.




CHAPTER XVI.

     HE REPORTS A DRY GOODS OPENIN.--A XPENSIV KOSTUM WOT FINDS
     ITS WAY TO THE STABLISHMENT OF A JURNULISTICK MILLYUN-HAIR.--
     FEMMERNINE FEMMERNINITY'S, WITH MICE AS APPENDAGES.--THE
     NEET THING IN A HAT.

To-day was the grand openin of fall and winter stiles at all the big Dry
Goods and Millernery stores. Clara Bell, wot does up that bisness for
the _Buster_ had gone and got completely brok up on a 50 dollar bonnet,
wot she sed was the cutest little thing she ever seen, so she had to go
rite up to Hackensaw, and see if she couldnt squeeze the munny outer her
old bachler unkel, wot dotes on her. Mr. Gilley wuld of discharged her
ony he'd forgot to pay her sellary up in full for the last six months,
so he had to make the best of it, and send me out ter report it in her
place.

The followin' is wot'll appear in termorrer mornin's _Buster_:

"The first place our repraysentertiv peramberlated hisself to was Lords
& Tailor's. He was met at the dore by a aggressiv dude, to hoom he
persented his paist-bord, and who immejeatly put him in charge of a
demminutiv casheer, wot scorted him to the maid-up soot department.
This department was feerfully crowded with ladies, wot were passin
complerments on the dresses.

"The most expensiv soot on exherbishun was 'mported from Paris, and is
maid with a red and green pettycote, bilt up together so as it'd look
like a checkherbord. Over this pettycote, and runnin down the back, from
the waste, in underlatin hills and valley's, wot was formed of a lot of
the cheep, two-for-a-cent metrypollytan jurnals, was a skie blu sattin
coursage, with a long trane, The front of the skurt was composed of a
lot of curlykues, suspended from the sides, louped up in the middle,
and maid of illushunairy stuff, so you culd see the pettycote. The hull
bisness was blowd up like the upper half of a belloon, ony a little more
so. Over all this was a pollynays, with panyers xtendin from the neck,
down to the waste line and maid titer'an durnashun.

"This kostume is the creashun of Wurth, the maskerline millerner, and
cost 5 thousand dollars. It was 'mported xpressley for the wife of a up
town plummer, but since she sent on her messures, she's been living so
high that the steem derrick, wot she bort a purpose, has utterly failed
to lace her korsets tite enuf for her to get inter the dress. Wile our
representertiv was present, the kostume was purchased by the wife of
the milyun-hair editur, of the Sarrytoga _Eagle_ for 48 hundred dollars
cash.

"A sweeter'an-a-peech littel dudine, informed us, in reply to our
questshuns, that jurseys, would be worn dubbel brested behind. That the
regulashun bussel wuld containe at least six New York _Heralds_, covered
over with a Texas _Siftins_, for the bennyfit of the occupants of the
church pue, in the reer of the warer. That crin-nylines wuld average
4 feet, six inches, in diameter, and wuld be pervided with the new
anti-ankel-xposin spiral springs. That basks wuld be cut very low, and
filled in with gripher lace. That corsets wuld be pervided with rachets
and set screws, to nabel them to be drawn more titely round the waste.
That owin to the relertiv cheepness of wool, and its qualerty of
xpandin, sted of shrinkin, it wuld ntirely tak the place of cotton as a
indyspenserble adjunct in making up the fashuneebel wimmin. In reply
to our inquisertiv reporters last query, the young ladie blushed way up
b'hind her eers, and xclamed: 'Oh, you horrid noosepaper man! Dont chew
kno, flutin wil allwas remane in stile?'

"The hoseery department hadn't opened up wen our reporter called, but
he was allowed to inspect it. It is in charge of clurks of the male
persuashun, cos there sposed to kno better than gurls wot'd look best
on the fare purchasers of these indys-penserbel artikels of femmynine
apparal. The latest noveltie reprysents a littel mouse, wots crawled
bout half way up, and got stuck.

"They are in all cullers, and are desined for weerin in wet & slushy
wether. The're called 'Good Xcuse' Stockins, cos they giv the blushin
weerer a good xcuse, for not gettin her skurts wet & muddy. The mouse
looks orful naturel, and sum of these days, we'll heer of sum gallant
corndocktor of the Ell R. R. gettin a kik in his stummik, for grabbin
hold of one, wile he labers under the impresshun, that he is re-leevin
the fare weerer, of a indyskribeibel aggerney.

"The neet thing in a hat is a littel bunch of yaller & green velvit,
surmounted by a derminutiv Tommas cat, wots got his back up, and his
tale runnin down the lady's neck. It costs a hundred & fifty dollars, &
the lady's, all say its too sweet for anything.

"Wimmin's logic is curius enyway. If there all mashed, so bad, on Tommas
cats, Y, in the name of Pennylope Pennyfether, dont they sit up sum
moonlite nite, at a back winder, armed with a dubbel barrel shot gun,
& slugs? Then they'd get a durn site more'an they'd use in a hull
lifetime. This would 'pare to be more senser-abel than payin Lords &
Tailor's 150 dollars for a little insignifercant kitten, wot aint cut
his eye teeth yet."




CHAPTER XVII.

     DUMMIE "ADS"--WARNTED, A WIFE, BY THE RELIGUS EDDITUR.--
     THE CLIMAX.--BABYS, BABYS EVERYWERE.--A HORRID RECH.--
     EXPLERNASHUNS AND PACIFERCASHUNS, WITH A TWENTY-FIVE CENTER
     AS DESERT.

Since the big reduckshun in price of the mornin papers, them wot
didnt cum down much hav ben usin all sorts of skeems to keep up their
circulashuns, so yesterday Mr. Gilley desided to run a cuppel of collums
of free wanted advertisin. To start the ball a rollin, he maid me rite
off a lot of dummie wants. I put in most everything I culd think of,
from the soft and luvin pursernel to the big & clumsy steem engine.

Wen I got down to the oflfis this mornin there was a orful crowd of
wimmin on Park Row, all ranged along the edge of the pavement, with bout
a hundred extra purlice keepin them in singel file. I couldn't for
the life of me imagine wot was up, till I went up steers and seen the
per-sesshun filin in and out the religus edittur's offis dores. Then I
remembered the advertisement I rote, wot red like this:

"Warnted, a rotund, bucksom, good-lookin and good-natured madin,
suiterbel for a wife. One wot knowes enuf to put on stile & run a
fashernable stablishment. Apply urley at this offis, to the religus
edittur."

Now, our religus edittur is purty sweet on wimmin enyway, so he tuk it
all in good part, and kissed and hugged every one of em, tellin em he'd
let em kno by letter, wen he'd made his choice. They kep swarmin in all
the mornin, til you'd thot all the wimmin in New York was warntin a
man. Bout 11 o'clock we all notissed sumthing shut out the lite of the
doreway, purty soon it turn'd round and cum in sideways and sung out,
"Oh, were! Oh, were! is the bloomin boy wot warnts a rotund, buxom madin
for his wife?" Then we all tumbeled that she was the Bowry Museum fat
woman, so I pointed to the Religus Edittur. Then she grabbed him up in
her arms, and squeezed him, till you could heer his ribs snappin. Wen
he got black in the face she thot she'd made a mistake, in the man,
and seized hold of Mr. Gilley, so I remembered it was gettin on towards
dinner time. At the dore of the offis I met the quire singer in the
little Church Round the Corner, wot the Religus Edittur's ngaged to, and
she tole me to tell him he was a horrid rech, and she was goin to sue
him for breech of promis, so she was.

On my way hum to dinner, the manergin edittur overtuk me, and laffed and
sed that was a purty good joke I'd fixed up on the religus edittur. I
told him I didnt meen nothin by it enyway, cos I didnt xpect eny gurl'd
think he was good lookin enuf to marry him.

Now our mannergin edittur jest got marreed last week, and hee's
bordin at the Metrypollytan hotel. Just fore we got there he giv me a
ten-center, and sed, thats for the laff him and his wife'd hav wen he
tole her bout the joke.

I guess he got all the laffin he wanted, cos he'd no sooner got inter
the hotel dore, before every man, woman, and child run up to him, and
tride to giv him a baby, wot they sed was his. Baby's was lyin round
permiskusly, all over the desks, floors, and barroom. The rooms, up
stairs, was chock full of baby's. Xtra cots was lade out in the halls,
and every cot, had half a dozen baby's on to it, and every baby had
a card pinned on its does, wot red:--Tom Wilson, Susie Wilson, Paddy
Wilson, Biddy Wilson, and every Wilson you could think of. Eight pages
of the reges-ter was filled with there names, and every page was hedded
with the Editturs own name, John Wilson, Father.

Wen he got to his own room, he found his wife cryin, lik her heart
was brok. Soon as she cot site of him she let out a shreek wot brot
everybodie in the hotel to there room, and sung out: "John Wilson
youre a monsteer, youre a vaggerbone, youre a rech, youre a inferrnus
skoundrel. Take me back to my mama, rite away, and if youve got a spark
of manhood about you, you'll go and make wot little restertushin you
can, to the mothers of these wurse than orfans."

Quicker'an litenin, Mr. Wilson tumbelled, and laffin a fiendish grin, he
sung out in axcents wild: "Get me a Gatlin Gun, and lode it down to the
mussle with thirty-leven charges of dannymite, and let me get a shot, at
that incorragerbel imp of Haydes, the _Buster's_ Devil."

Then carmin down a littel, he took this mornins paper outen his pocket
and red out loud to the crowd: "Wanted; a fine, helthy infant for
adopshun. No questshuns ast. Leeve it at the Metrypolytan hotel for John
Wilson, mannergin edittur _Daily Buster_."

This put everybodie in good humer agen, and, after settin up the drinks
for the crowd, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson went out to the country to hire
a farm and sum wimmin to take care of the baby's till homes culd be
secured for 'em.

I guess him and his wife's sickened on baby's enyway, cos I hurd him
tellin the hotel clurk that they'd had all the baby's round them that
they'd ever have, by gumbo.

And now, Mr. Diry, I must close for to-nite, cos I've got to smoke the
25-center wot the religus edittur giv me for the laff he'd had outer my
joke on Mr. Wilson.




CHAPTER XVIII.

     AT THE MASQUE BALL.--FRIVERLUS FIXINS.--A PARISIEN
     GREASETTE, WOT MASHED THE MASKULINE CHARACKTERS.--MR. GILLEY
     COT IN HER TOILS.--THE DEVIL IT IS.

Last nite Mr. Gilley giv me a invyta-shun to the fancy masque ball, wot
all New York's ben torkin bout for the last six weaks. It was to be a
toney affaire, so wen I got hum I went all thru my wardrobe, but culdn't
find nothin fancyer than the cloes I wore wen I painted the back
fense at our house red with green trimmins. I seen they was hardly
prackterkel, cos there was a feint oder of cows & horses clingin to
them wot the heet of the ball room mite develop in a way wot wuldn't
be satisfacktorie to myself or the delercate knoeses of the other
aristocrazey present.

[Illustration: IT WAS ONY THE WURK OF A MINNIT TO PRY OPEN THE LID ]

So I put em away with a sy, and had jest bout maid up my mind that the
other ballers wuldn't be treeted to my distingushed presense, wen I
remembered the box of cloes wot our dinin room gal, wot was purty fly,
left, wen she loped with the buggler, & all ma's silver spoons. It was
ony the wurk of a minnit to pry open the lid, and a dazzlin array
of butyful & fancy does met my vishun. Then I shed all my things
and commensed the arduus wurk of dressin. I say arduus, cos it was
parrylisin, discom-fertin, & puzzlin. I useter wonder y ma tuk so long
to dress, wen she was goin eny-where, and pa was swarin and hurryin her
up. Now, I wunder no longer cos I kno how tis myself, and after my own
xperiense in pins, buttins, strings, laces, garters, and things, I shall
ever look upon wimmin as martirs. The dress was jest short enuf to show
my blu striped silk stockins, and bout two inshes of mbroidery.
The stock-ins was a littel too big, so I had to fill em up with
hankercheefs. The waste jest but-tened up on me, at the waste line, but
it tuk half a dozen piller cases, and a cuppel of sheets, to stuff the
upper part of the front. I had to put a reef in crinny line, cos it
showd, and it tuk ma's pach-wurk quilt to mak my bussel big enuf for
stile.

Wen I was all thru dressin, I looked like a Fifth avenue daysy,
every particle of my dress was complete, only I culdnt set down very
maudestly, cos my hoops was too wide. Then ma she fixed up my hare, and
maid a masque for me, and sed I was a true-ter-life Parisien greassette.

Soon as I got in the ball-room, every maskerline carackter got mashed on
me, and warnted me for a partner. Every one I dansed with treeted me to
ice creme and carrymels, and I guess, I ete supper bout seventeen times,
in fact I ete so much, that a terrebel strane round my waste, warned
that if I indulged my appytite eny more, a feerful catastrofy, was
lierbel to take place.

Bout two o'clock I begun to get tired, & warnted to go home, but my
partner, wot was Mr. Gilley, drest in the costum wot he sent me down to
Ike Israel's on Chattam Strete, to hire for him, and wot the Jue sed,
reprysented Tom Okiltree a Texas Briggand, promissed to get a carrage,
and driv me home, if I'd stay till three. I was 'greed, so I dansed
three or four more sets with him, and ete sum more creme. Then he got a
close carrage, & told the driver to drive orful slow, cos he was frade
the moshun of the carrage'd have a bad effect on my nerves.

Soon as we got started he tuk me on his knee, & got to huggin me round
the piller slips & sheets and kissin my left eer, and gettin otherwise
fermillyer, so I seen the moment had cum for me to be myself, so I
lifted up my masque. Soon as he cot site of my face he xclaimed: "Oh!
the Devil!"

"Yes, Sir," sez I, "tis the Devil."

Then, tellin the driver to stop the horses, he lifted up his foot and
gin me a kick wot landed rite on ma's pachwurk quilt, and sed: "Go to
the devil."

I guess he's mad at me, only he purtends not to be, but that's put
on, cos he's frade I'll gin the hull thing away, and then the religus
edittur and Mr. Wilson'll hav the laff on him.

The sosighety edittur's report in this mornins _Buster_ says:

"The Parisien Greasette was conseeded by everybodie present to take
the onhers of belle of the ball. The knowin ones claim that it was Miss
Ellen Terrier, the latest artistick importashun from England, and that
Mr. Vandybilt, as the Texas brig-gand, seen her home. If this is a
fact, there'll likely be sum domestick thunder flyin round in a uptown
manshun."




CHAPTER XIX.

     THE HORSE REPORTER WANTS A COMPAGNON DE VOYAGE.--THE
     STRAPPIN YUNG WIDDER, WOT AIN'T ON THE MASH.--SWEET-FORTY
     MAKES A NUTHER MINNYSTEERIAL SKANDAL.

Our horse reporter is a reglar wimmin hater, and he'd walk round a hull
blok, fore he'd meet a gal, wat'd try to flert with him. I guess he's
a grass widder that used to hav a woman, wot maid him tow a chock line,
and he aint never got no divorse from her yet. His affeckshuns is all
lavished on good lookin horses, and he'd giv more for one of them, than
he wuld for Lillie Lan-kry or the hull curboodel of perfesshunal buties.

I alwus did think it was a pitty, for a good lookin man like him, not to
hav sum wimmin, wot was brakin there harts, and everything for him, so
this mornin I sent out notes to a cuppel of gals, wot I thot was warntin
to get mashed, tellin them to call at the _Buster_ offis, & ast for
the Horse Reporter, 'cos he was ded struk on them, and warnted there
compinny, on a trip to Boston tonite.

Bout one 'clock, a grate stout woman, wot looked like a reglar bruisir,
cum inter the offis and enquired for the Horse Reporter. I show'd her
into his room, and shut the dore, just enuf so as I could see all wot
went on.

"Air yer the spalpeen, wot calls hisself the Maire Reporter? sez she.

"I am the horse reporter, madame. Has your mare got the glanders?"

"Me ma got the glanders, yer inserlent puppie, is that fhat yer say?
Me ma wots ben neeth the old sod fer ten yers. Don't cast any
miscomplementry reflecshuns, yung man, on my ma wot dide of
anty-consumpshun, or I'll plant the fore end of me toe nales forninst
the pit of yer stummick in a way wot'll mak yer feel like a he muel had
bruk loose. Air yer the in-dyvidooal wot sent me this invytashun?' sed
she, handin the reporter the note.

"I assure you, madam," sez he, "there must be some mistak, cos I didn't
never rite this note."

"Yees didn't, yer rech; is that the way your after crawlin outer it,
after try in to ruin a respectibel widdy like meself? Praps yer don't
think I'm good lookin enuf for yer, yer babby-faced, downey-lipped,
banged-haired, slim-legged, tite-laced, corset-cased, monkey-taled sun
of a noospaper doode. If my Pat was livin he'd giv yer a lessin next
time yer tride to mash a yung widdy like meself, moind that now, will
yer!"

She hadn't hardly got outer the door wen a tall, lone, lank maidin, wot
had seen bout forty sommers and too numerous to menshun winters, cum
salin in, with a slitely ellyvated skurt wot exposed to vue a couple of
wite and blue shafts wot might have been pipe-stems if they hadn't bin
her ankels. Bowin sweetly to the law reporter, she requested to be shown
into the horse reporter's offis.

Soon as I'd showd her in she tuk a chare, wot was purty close to the
Horse Reporters, & sed to him:

"Here I am Georgie, dere. I do feel so nurvus, you kno. I'm so very yung
and inexperienced, and my ma sez a yung and innocent gal lik me ortent
to trust myself to go to Boston with a man. But then, Georgie dere, you
dont look one bit norty. Wont we have a nice time, darlin." Then she
reched over and kissed him rite on his mouth, and blushed wen she sed,
"Don't Georgie, yer orternter kiss me till we're better aquainted."
Kissing him agen she sot rite down on his knee, and ex-clamed, in a
horryfied tone: "You horrid, norty boy, if yer do that again, I'll strik
you with a fether, reel hard, so I will."

All this time the horse reporter was the pikter of despare. Suddenly
espying a up town divine waitin for the Manergin Edit-tur, in the room
opposite, he sed: "My dere madam, your sweetness is all waisted on me,
cos I'm a marreed man, wot had twins last nite. See, in yonder room, is
the Horse Reporter, the man youre looking for."

By the time she was on the preechers nee, and was goin thru the kissing
per-formanse, the Horse Reporter had the hull staff, lookin thru the
half opened dore, and the fust day the _Busters_ stock of scandals
runs out, we hav one all reddy, bout the minnysteer kissin the madin of
forty.




CHAPTER XX.

     THE DEVIL IN CHURCH.--A TERRIFICK. XPLOSHUN, AND FLYIN
     DEBRIS GIVES MR. TALMIG A XCELLENT SUBJECT.--FASHUN AND
     STILE OF LONG AGO.--GET THE BEHIND ME SATAN.

Today is Sunday. I kno I ortenter rite in you today Mr. Diry, but, as
I've had to rite up a serio commick, religus report, I dont see no big
objeckshun ter givin it ter you.

Urley this mornin, the Religus edittur called up to our house, and
sed he'd giv me a quarter, if I'd go over to Brooklin sted of him, and
report a surmon, cos he warnted to go to the little church round the
corner, and make it up with the quire singer, wot was goin to sue him
for breech of promise. I was 'greed so I went over, and the ushur showd
me inter one of the front seets, and didn't collect no admishun fee
offen me, cos, I guess he knowd I had a ded hed ticket.

Rite in front of me was a corpulent woman, fatter'an a poorpoise, and
the wife of a Brooklyn alderman. She had a hat on wot was as big as a
punshun hed, wot she kept twistin round, so I couldnt see a thing wot
was goin on on the staige. I guess the woman wayed bout 250 pounds, &
her bussel was as big as a Ellerfants. The case was gettin desprit for
me, cos I'd agreed to bring hum a report of the performanse. The furst
part was jest bout over; the blonde artist was singin a solo, and the
audiense was so interested that they all stood up. I seen the time had
cum for acshun, so I stood a pepper box wot I had in my pocket on the
seet. Soon as the ladie went to sit down, she hadnt calkerlated on eny
obstercal, and didnt try to control her gravytal momentum, so she
cum plump down on top of the pepper box. A loud, roarin sound, then a
terrer-bel xploshun shuk the buildin, and the air was filled with flyin
debris, woman, pieces of cloes, hoopskirt, hat, buttins, little bits of
rubber bussell, strings, and things innumer-abel and unmenshunabel. I
never seen such a reck in all my life. The ladie landed right in front
of the minister, were sum of the quire girls run to her rescue and
kivered her up with shawls, puttin her in a carriage and sendin her
home. Soon as the reck was cleered and order restored, the minister sed:

"I came here this mornin with no idea upon wot subject I shuld speek,
trustin ontirely to Providense to reveal to the con-gregashun and myself
a sootabel one. You see, my heerers, for yourself, my trustin has not
been in vane. My text will be: 'And Eve bort a Bon Ton System, and
maid herself a fig leef pollynays, cut a la Princesse, and trimmed with
dandylion ruchin and sun-flower brade. Then she fleeced a he ram, and of
the wool thereof she formed a big bussel, and Adam got mashed on her
fine does, and she turned up her knoes at the washerwomans darter wot
didnt have on nothin but a palm leef jursey, wot fit her too soon.'

"You ladies are all alike, and you get your line of dress, from a purty
long and direct line of ancestry. I dont think a fine dress is a sinful
appendage to eny lady, in fact I like to see a ladie drest well, but
to be drest well, a lady ort not to practise deceit, or act a lie,
for there is such a thing as actin a lie. Now bussils are the devils
perticklar delite, cos there a form of deceit, in fact, I verily beleeve
the devil is in every bussel, and actin on the Biblical advise, the
ladies all say, 'Get thee behind me, Satan.' Hereafter, air balloon
bussles will be considered contraband, in this church, and ladys
suspected of carry in them, will be subject to a serchin, and rigid
xaminashun, before bein admitted."




CHAPTER XXI.

     ROUTS THE REPUBLERCAN RABBEL.--CAMPANE LIES.--THE DEVIL IN
     LEAGUE WITH DEMMERCRAZEY.--GRATE WAS THE FALL THEREOF.

Tomorrer is eleckshun day, so tonite the Republercans hav been havin
a gran free strete exhybishun. I'll be orful glad wen the eleckshun is
over, 'cos the xcite-ment, & late hours, attendin the campane, is
weerin out my nurves. Jimmy and I hav jest got in Mr. Diry, and I think
paraders are wonderin wot struck em by this time.

Bout half past seven, the torch lite perrsesshun got together, at Cooper
institute, and began the march up town to Uniyun square were the liars
was to hold forth. There was a norful lot in the persesshun, and sum of
'em had banners, with a pole cat eatin a rooster. I got indignunt,
cos they was ntirely too fresh, so me & Jimmy run on ahed of em, and
sprinkled the strete with torpedoes wot we bort a purpose.

You'd dide to seen em marchin rite on to 'em, singing out "Down with
Gilley and the wiskey suckin demmercrazey." Soon as they stepped on sum
torpedoes, they didn't wate for marchin orders. Cos there was a norful
noise, like the demmycrazey was in leegue with the subterrainon bosses,
and they was celebratin there indypendense day.

I was sorry to see them disband, cos they looked sorter purty, and the
band wot they had in the persesshun maid things lively.

They had a big platform erected wot was meant for the big guns of the
partie, to fire off lies and ellyquense from, soon as the persesshun
arrived, so me and Jimmie run up there and wated til the crowd wot had
got dermoreylized arrove, and the speekin begun. The fust speeker wot
held forth, was a clerickel-lookin cus, wot peared to be only bout
twenty-one years old. He give a long descriptshun of wot him and his
partie, had done for the country durin the late unplessantness, when
the oppersishun candydate, Mr. Gilley, was to hum, busy weerin out his
pettycotes. This made me madder'an durnashun, cos I knowd the feller wos
lying a reglar baldhedded lie, cos if Mr. Gilley wos weerin pettycotes
wen the war brok out, his pa and ma orter kep on lettin him be a gal,
and then, p'raps, his hare wuldn't all fell out. The peeple didnt pare
to xhibit much inthusyism over the fellers remarks, cos he haled from
out in Oio, and citizens out in such far away and semiuncivylized
states, aint sposed to kno as much as us New Yorkers enyway. A nuther
feller got up and sed: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the eve of a grate
eleckshun. Tomorrer us free men'll go up to the poles and deposit our
ballots inter the box, and thus signify our choice of rulers. Every one
present knoes the disgraceful condishun of the New York Demmycrazey.
Its platform is rotten in every plank. Its leeder Mr. Gilley is the
dubble-extract of rottinness, and the hull rank and file of the party is
in a fit state to be condemned by the fresh meet inspector. How is the
Republican party? Its swete and pure as a new-born baby. Its leeder is
as clene and wite as new milk, and all Hay-dies culdnt find a flaw in
the platform on wich we stand." Just then I guess the devil muster taken
excepshuns to the remarks, cos I'd pulled the rope wot I'd fixed to
the loose leg of the platform, and the hull bisness toppled over the
speekers and vice preserdents of the meetin, presentin a free accrobatic
tumblin show to the amused and interested audiense. All the peepel
wot was present and seen the platform give way are feelin blu
and superstishus, cos there frade the Devil's in leegue with the
Demmercrazey, and I guess there bout rite; aint they, Mr. Diry?




CHAPTER XXII.

     ELECKSHUN DAY.--THE DUDES PEDDLIN DEMMERCRATICK TICKETS.--
     THE METHYDISTS GO BACK ON THE G. O. P.--THE DEVIL AS A
     PERLITICKEL WIRE-PULLER.

Mr. Diry, at this ritin, I guess you're safe in hangin out the hemale
chickin, cos all the reports from this city are givin Mr. Gil-ley a
'normous vote, and you bet this devil is feelin proud, cos didnt he
nommernate the Guvner? And bout tomprro nite the hull Statel kno that he
lected him, too.

I was kep orful busy this mornin till all our repeeters had scored there
votes. Them Republercan fellers is orful trickey, and I had to do sum
tall flyin round wile I was watchin them, so as they wuldnt steel our
repeeters, wot we'd imported a purpose from Jursey and Fillydeify,
and mak em vote in a nother preecinct for there ticket. They call that
kinder business equalizin, but, in this case, it didnt equalize wurth a
cent, cos I told them all that they warnted to keep there eyes on them
fellers wot clamed they was Republercans, cos they was Pinky-ton's
detecktives in disguise tryin to hatch up a case of illegal votin agen
them. That scared em off, so they each took there 2 dollars and skipped
over to Jersey Citty.

Soon as I got 'em safely off, I seen the Rerpublicans was gettin ahed of
us, so me and Jimmy went down to the offis, and borrered the scientific
editturs 'lectric pen, and rote bout 10,000 notes, addressin them to all
the dudes whose names is in the di-recktary. Then Jimmy went out and got
a lot of other messenger boys to take em round.

In less than half a hour the stretes of New York and Brooklyn was
crowded with dudes (reel live dudes, livelier than they was ever known
before), peddlin Demmercratick tickets round, and visertin all the
taylors, and barbers, and thretnin to withdraw there custom if they
didn't vote the strate Demmercratick ticket, and elecshunaire for Mr.
Gilley.

[Illustration: AND ROTE BOUT 10,000 NOTES ]

I guess I'll have to be round tomorro nite, cos there'll be sum fun,
wen Lillyun cums out the stage dore cos every dude in New York has got a
note wot red like this:

     Sublime adored one--By the immortal sunflower you ware in
     your hallered buttin-hole, and the admyrashun you bear your
     asthetick frend, vote for Mr. Gilley for Guvner, cos the
     delercate purple tint of his perfume absorbent, is quite
     too, too, and his long and shaggy Bur-muder-oniyun cullered
     locks are jest too delish-us, and placed in the guvermentel
     cheer, will do much towards educatin the common hurd, to a
     appresheashun of our assthetick tastes. Besides that, I
     think the other Candydate, is too much of a 'orridley
     'orrid, common cad. If you will do this much for me, I will
     meet you at the stage dore, tomorrer nite.

     Yours, utterly in luv,

     Lillyun Russell, Dudine.

Then I sent out notes to all the Bank Presidents and clerks, and nost
everyone I culd think of wot had the handlin of other peepels munney.
They wus short and sweet, but sum how they brot out a orful lot of
voters. The notes red like this:

If you kno wots good for you, you'll vote for Joe Gilley for Guvner.
Remember. From one who knos you as well as you kno yourself.

All the Methydists got notes from the Conferense Committee, sayin that
they'd discovered that the Republican candydate was a rank infydel, and
advisin them all to vote for Mr. Gilley, cos he was goin to donate a big
pile of munney to furrane mis-shuns.

Every member of the Society of Hen Pecked Husbands, wot is very strong
in New York, was requested by a letter sined by the President to vote
for Mr. Gilley, cos he had it from good authority that the other feller
had greed to order the legislate to pass a bill legalizin the wearin of
the pants by married wimmen.

Then I sent out a circular to every dout-ful German voter, tellin them
that the Republican candydate, wen he was a boy, had licked a duch
boy biggeran him, and called him a puddin'-hedded, pot-stummicked,
pretzel-thievin' son of a beer drinkin' and sour krout etin' duchman,
and the time had cum for the Gurmans of New York to rebuke at the polls
such a flaygrant insult to the most useful and respeckterbel standby's
of the Nashun, the German cityzens.

I never seen enything do better in my life. With the excepshun of the
few votes wot the Republercans had fore I got my wurk in, mine captured
the hull cities of New York and Brooklyn, and the beer and wisky
wots ben sent to rural districks, will giv us the hull State by a big
majority. Wen I get big, Mr. Diry, I guess I'll hire myself out for a
perfesshunal pollytickal wire-puller.




CHAPTER XXIII.

     A GLORIOUS VICKTORIE.--THE LICKED CANDYDATE GENERATES BLUE
     SULFROUS AIR ON ACCOUNT OF THE ACKSHUN OF HIS PLEGED
     SUPPORTERS.

Xcitement is at fever heet, and tin horns and bonfires is seen and
hurd everywere. We've swep the hull State like a averlanche, and the
Republercan partie is deder'n a dore nale. Me and Joe Gilley is goin
to run this ere Guvment now for a wile, and you bet we'll run her with
discretion, and make a pile. I'm the hero of the Demmercrazy, and John
Kelley giv me and Jimmy a 5 dollar bill a peece, so as we'd have munny
enuf to hav sum fun with, cos Mr. Gilley sez I've ben workin purty hard,
and he guessed I'd better take a rest tomorrer.

The back strete was lined with dudes to-nite, and every one of them
crowded up to Lillyun wen she cum out the stage dore, but she didn't
speek to eny of them. They wus all purty hot, but they don't regret
the way they voted, cos they have the satysfackshun of knowin that the
Xecutiv Manshun 'll hav a occupant wot has a very asthetick blendin of
cullers in his mak up.

The Rerpublerkan candy date wot's got licked has gone and got orful mad
at the Methydist Conference and swares, by golly, he'll never donate a
nuther oyster to a church supper, and his remains 'll be smolderin down
b'low 'fore them ungrateful hyppercrites 'll hold a nuther mute soshell
in his house. His wife says she's goin ter sue them for the bord bill
of them hoary hedded old delergates, wots been palmed off on her for the
last fifteen years. She sez she alwuz expected sumthin 'd happen, cos
when the young mens christshun associashun convention cum off, they sent
all the yung and good lookin deler-gates over to Widder Masher's, cross
the street, and didn't giv her eny bodie but a lot of old men, wot was
just walkin round to save funeral xpenses.

The members of the Society of Henpecked husbands is looking like theyd
been drawd thru a not hole, cos there wives hav ben wearin the pants
again, and given them a taste of dissyplin for votin for a man wot has
as outspoken anty wimmins rites vues as Mr. Gilley.

I peeped in the windys of sevral banks on my way home, and most all of
the clurks has a scart and hunted look in there eyes, but I guess there
safe, cos the one who knoes, don't kno quite as much as they think he
does.

The Germans is jubilyant, cos they all helped to rebuke a insult I guess
they wuldn't feel so orful proud of theirselves if they'd hurd John
Kelley and Mr. Gilley talkin bout 'em, jest fore eleckshun, wen they was
considered doutful, and Mr. Gilley sed ------ the Duch.

Pollytishuns is purty persnickerty, eny-way. I bleive wen I get ter be
a big man I'll start out as a misshunary and devote my 'nurgies to savin
the souls of pollytickel office-seekers and candydates; taint no use
tryin to save there bodies, cos the devil's got a lien on them alreddy.




CHAPTER XXIV.

     HIS HOLY DAY.--PERSONATIN A DUDE MAKES HIM LOSE HIS TRUST IN
     GALS.--MARIA GIVES HIM CLENE AWAY.--TERRERBEL REVENGE.--
     HE PROMISES FORGIVENESS ON CERTAIN CONDISHUNS.

I've lost all conferdense in gals and human nature, lost it all at one
fell swoop. Yesterday I'd ben willin to bet a 20-cent seegar that my
gal, Maria, would 'er lep cross one of the flews of Haydies for me. But
I was deseeved; yes, Mr. Diry, I was wonderfully and terribly deseeved
in her.

As I told you last nite, me and Jimmy got a holy day to-day and $10
to spend on havin a good time. So this mornin we drest up in our
Sunday-skule cloes, and went down town to the property shop, and each
bort ourselves a false mustash and canes. Then we went up to the barber
shop and had our hare banged. Wen we was thru you wuldnt ben abel to
tell us from full bludded Englush swells. We was just too too, walkin up
and down Uniyun Square, puffin at our 10-centers, like we owned all New
York and half of Brooklyn. You bet we maid sum mashes on the wimmin.
Bout one clock we sta-shuned ourselves where we'd meet our gals as they
went to skule. Jimmie's gal, Josie, and my Maria run together. Purty
soon they cum long together, laffin and torkin. Then me and Jimmy braced
ourselves up, and as they went by we winked. Josie she winked back, but
Maria she sed orful sweet, "How de do?" so we followed em up. Purty soon
Maria slowed up & sed its a nice day. I told her it was, then I sez if
she wuldnt like to take a walk. She sed "she was greed if Josie'd
go long, cos if they went walkin they'd have to play hookey, and one
darsent do it without the other."

After sum persuashun, Josie greed to go long, so I offered my arm to
Maria, and we had a big time til bout 5 o'clock. Then we sez to the gals
if they'd like to go to the theater in the evenin, they thot it'd be
or-, ful nice, but they didnt believe there mas wuld trust em to go with
strange gentelmen, cos it wuldnt be rite. I axt her if there wasnt sum
way to fix it.

Maria sed she guessed she culd tell her ma. Georgie was going to take
her, & then Josie culd say, Georgie had a xtra ticket, & warnted her to
go long, so we greed to meet em, at the corner, bout 7 clock. They
was there on time, all drest up ter kill, and we took em down to
the Standard, and had a big time. Wen the show wos out, we went to a
resterant, & had sum oysters. Wile we was etin them, I axt Maria who the
Georgie was who tuk her out.

"Oh," sez she, "he's a red hedded devil, wot wurks in the _Buster_
offis, and aint a bit lik you. Ma likes him, and thinks he's orful
steddy, and she aint frade to let me go eny place with him. He's mashed
on me bad, and thinks I'm in luv with him, so he spends all his munney
on me, and I jest go with him, cos he takes me to ennything wot cums
along. It's fun ter see him, he's so green, and besides, he never fixes
up eny, and I'm gettin most ashamed to be seen on the strete with him."

[Illustration: THEN I HAWLED OFF MY FALSE MUSTASH ]

By this time I was feelin purty bad, but I maneged to keep up and make
blieve I was feerful in love with her, and got her to promis never to
go with Georgie agin. I had a bottel of perfume in my pocket, and jest
'fore we left the restyrant, I put sum on the gals handkercheefs, then I
hawled off my false mustash, and soon Maria seen, I was her Georgie, and
begun a cryin lik her hart wuld brak. I felt sorry for her, but I told
her to dry up her eyes. I guess I must giv them the perfume out of the
assyfitity bottel, cos, soon as she rubbed her face you never smelt such
a overpourin smell in all your life, we had to keep em at arms length,
all the way hum, and if we'd ben the Zar of Russher, and Queen Victoria,
combined, the peeple wouldnt hav givin us more room on the side walk. I
felt sorry for them, cos they cryed, and felt so bad, all the way home,
and, if I coulder got close enuf to Maria, without bein smuthered
I'd kissed and made it all up. Its a blessin that her ma and pa's got
catarrh orful bad, or there mite be war in her house.

I'm goin to send her the follerin note in the morning, and next time I
go to see her I'll fix up a littel, cos a fellow can't blame a girl for
goin back on him if he don't think enuff of her to dress up neet:

     Dear Maria: I was orful greeved by your conduct, but seein
     that you're sorry I'll forgive you for all. I'll call round
     in a week, wot'll give you time enuf to smell swete agin, if
     you're careful to wash often, give yourself lots of air, and
     keep plenty of carbollick acid and cloride of lime scattered
     round were you are.

     Beleeve me your ever lovin

     Georgie.




CHAPTER XXV.

     ADVERTISES A ARTICKEL WOT WAS FOUND.--WIMMIN'S WAYS.--
     CLAMED.--IN DURANSE VILE FOR STEELIN A SHALL.--HAPPY
     EXPLERNASHUN AND INTERESTIN TABLOW.

"The lady wot dropped a artickel of warin appairel in the Post Offis,
last even-in, can have them by callin on the Devil at this offis and
provin property."

The abuv is a advertisement wot I had put in the _Buster_ this mornin,
and all day long I've ben kep busy attendin to the ansurs. The fust
lady wot cum in had dropt a plume outer her hat. She giv me a full
descripshun of it, wot it cost, and said she knowed it was hers wot I'd
found; and then I showed her the artickel and axt her if that was it.
She blushed up orful red, and sailed outer the offis like I'd insulted
her. Yesterday muster ben a orful bad day for wimmin loosin things in
the Post Offis, cos there's bout two hundred ben to the offis. Sum lost
there teeth, uthers there bangs, clokes, slippers, overshoes, gloves,
skurts, hankercheefs, bussels, and most everything wot a woman could
pile on her; and I had to show every one of them the artickel wot was
found, and axt them if that was it, and, curius enuf, every one went off
mad and indignant. On towards nite I was jest beginnin to wonder wether,
in a case like this, onhesty was the best pollysee, or wether it wouldnt
of payed better for me to hav tuk em home to ma; wen a madin ladie, of
doutful age, come in to the offis, and sed: "Yung man, have they got C.
D. marked on the band." I sed: "Yes, marm."

"Well, they must be mine, cos my name's Carryline Duncan, & I alwus mark
my cloes C. D. for short. I didn't kno I'd lost 'em til I got hum, after
I'd ben down to the Post offis sendin a letter to Tom; that's my feller
wots ben to China for ten yeres."

Then I giv em to her, and puttin them under her arm, she walked out as
happy as culd be.

I thot I was thru with my trubbel with wimmin's warin apparel for one
day, so I started hum. I'd ony got to the corner of Spruce street, wen a
grate strappin perliceman cum up to me, and clappin me on the shoulder,
sed: "I've got you, sunny, this time; cum along, now, or I'll be after
makin you." I seen discreshun was the better part of valler, so I let
him leed me. Wen we got to the stashun he preferred a charge of larceny
gainst me. Then they axt me if I had eny bodie wot'd go my bale, so
I got 'em to send for Mr. Gilley. Wen he arrove, he cum up to me, the
teers streem-in down his cheeks, and sed: "Georgie, I'm sorry to see you
in such a posishun, but you'd better pleed gilty, and axe mercy of the
cort, cos they've got a sure case agen you. If you'd ony bin sharp enuf
to hide the property, it wouldn't ben so bad." Jest then the lady wot
the shawl was stole from, come to identerfy it. Mr. Gilley & me was
lookin on. The lady looked orful close, and sed that looked jest like
her shawl, wot was all black, ony this one didn't hav no yaller stanes
on the corner were she dropt the lemon juce on to hers. Mr. Gilley
looked at it close, and purty soon he sed: "Why, Georgie, that's our
offis towl." Then I seen all thru it in a minnit, cos there was the towl
wot I'd been carryin home to get washed, and the per-liceman, seein the
end stickin out from under my cote, and knowin that a black shawl had
been stole, arrested me as the theef. Then they had a big laff, and Mr.
Gilley set em up for the crowd. He sed he knowd I was orful honorary,
but he never culd b'leeve that I'd steel enything.




CHAPTER XXVI.

     THE DELINKENT SUBSCRIBER'S ARISTOCRAZEY IDEAS ON THE
     EDITTUR'S DIGESTIV ORGANS.--A NEW WAY TO COLLECT OLD DETS.

There's a lot of fellers wot hav brown-stone manshuns up town, and
French cooks wot dish em up everything good, from frogs' lim--er--leg
to the posterier xten-shun of a eel's spinal collum, frickerseed, with
mushrum catchup sauce. B'sides that, they've got lots of munney in the
bank, and wuldn't think no more of givin sum Anglo Saxton perfesshunal
beggar a thousand-dollar keepsake than they wuld of let-tin there folks
go to Longbransh or Newport durin the all-fired heeted turm.

I dont mene, Mr. Diry, that all the welthy people of New York are alike,
but I have refrense to that class of peeple wot are laberin under the
'mpresshun that editoriel stummicks was patented, and bilt speshelly and
xclusivly for the absorpshun and dijestshun of printin-house paste and
wind puddins, with ritin-fluid sauce as a con-dyment and appytizer.
These are the peepel who alwus allow there noosepaper bills to
accummerlate till they dropoff, and the edit-tur gives them a bang-up
introduckshun on there long jurney, in the hope that the adminnysteers
of there estates'll allow his bill Feint hope that is, cos were was the
adminnysteer that was ever known to acknowledge a noosepaper bill as
genwine. They all go on the princerpel "that all editturs is liars, and
all big liars is editturs," and take the same deduckshun, wot is
alwus this: "A bill persented by a liar must be a lie, on its face ";
therefore, it is unallowable.

The reeson I've ben thus sollykisin, Mr. Diry, is, cos the expenses
of the campane hav ben purty hevvy on Mr. Gilley, and yet havin had a
chanse to dip his fingers inter the State Tressurey, he was run-nin a
littel short of funds. So this afternoon he give me a lot of old bills
to collect.

I found it purty had work, cos every-bodie 'peared to be perticklar fond
of pay-in all there bills next week. I was gettin diseurraged, and I
didn't like to go back to the offis without no munney, so I thot up a
littel skeem. There was a big flour deeler wot owd a bill of $40, wot'd
got outlored. So I went over to his offis and ast the clurk to tell him
I wanted to see him on pertickler bisness. The clurk sed he was orful
'ngaged, & I'd better call round next week, and praps he'd hav time
to tork to me. I insisted and told him to tell Mr. Paynuthin, that the
bisness wot I warnted to see him on was a matter of immense importanse
to himself. Soon as I got in, I sed: "Mr. Paynuthin, we've got on to
sum very valuabel informashun, wot'll make your fortune, if the other
flourmen don't get it fust. Now, if you'll pay up this bill, I'll giv it
to you at wonce, and you'll get the inside trak on 'em." I seen he was
gettin interested, so I concluded, by sayin: "Now if you don't get this
in-formashun, it may leed to your ruin." He didn't say a wurd, but went
to the safe, and got out the $40, and I receeted the bill, and axt him
for a peece of paper, cos he mite forget it if I didn't rite it down.
Then I wrote in big letters: "Owe no man a cent," and biddin him goodby,
I took a hasty departure. The skeem work'd splendid every place I went,
only at wun old lawyers offis, and he sed: "Yung man, I've been cheetin,
fleecin and beetin everybodie for the last forty years, and there aint
no noosepaper man livin wot can tell me eny eeseier way to mak a
fortune. Git out," and I got. Mr. Gilley says I'm the boss collecttur,
and orter hire myself out to a Mutual Life and Accident Asso-shiashun as
assesment gatherer.




CHAPTER XXVII.

     MINSE PIE AND DREEMS.--TERRIBLE RETRYBUSHUN.--WOT'LL OVER
     TAKE A GOOD MENNY.--VIRTUE RECEIVES ITS REWARD.

I guess the wurry of collecktin yesterday afternoon muster wurked upon
my mind, cos, last nite, I dremt a dreem, wot'd maid each seprate hare
on the heds of every delikent subskriber stand on end, and sing out "Pay
up your noosepaper bill, old feller, if yer dont warnt a skorschin in
the dubius hereafter."

Ma and Pa was out, cos it was prayer meetin nite at our church, so I
went ter bed urley, cos I was frade wen they cum home, they'd miss the
hull minse pie wot I'd ete.

I'd just bout got ter sleep, wen I smelt a orful smell, surgestiv of
a straw hat revivin shop, wen they burn sulfir and brimstone, I looked
down and behold, I seen a cort room, with a lot of lawyers and clurks
sittin round a table, and the judge in a pulpit wot over looked them.
The peepel all looked like Barnum's skellyton man, ony they didnt have
no skin over there bones, and there eyes was maid of fire balls and eech
of em had a long tail, like a snake. Purty soon the judge sed the court
was open for bisness, and the sargent at arms brot in a feller all
dressed up with a gold wach and big charm wot I reckernized as one of
our ded beet subskri-bers wot'd dide last weak.

The judge looked him all over in a com-plermenterry way, and ast him if
he'd alwus lived a onhest and uprite life.

"Yer onher," sed he, "I've given of my substanse to the poor; I've
luved my nay-bor as myself; I've surved for ten years as Warden of a
fashunubble church, and tride to the best of my knowlege and beleef to
do rite."

"Yer onher," sed the prosercutin turney, wot I reckernized as the
ex-religio-jurnalistick edittur of a defunckted alliance noosepaper,
"May I ast the prisner a questshun?"

"You may," sed Judge Satan, for it was his infurnissimo himself.

"Prisner at the bar," sed the turney, "Did you pay your subskripshun to
the _Buster_ 'fore you checked your baggage thru to Hay dies?"

"No, sir," sed the prisner, "I did not. I never thot it was perticklar,
cos editturs aint like other mortels, enyway, and I never knowd it was a
sin to beet em if you culd."

"Yes, sir, yer onher," said the prosercutin 'turney, "he confesses his
gilt, and I find, by lookin over the reckord, he ows the _Buster_ offis
for 8 years' subskripshun besides a hull string of free advertisin wot
the edittur giv him outer goodness of hart. Not only that, but I notis
in the day book that jest wun week 'fore he departed he ordered his
paper stopped, cos he was opposed to surportin', by his munny, a
Dem-mercratick candydate for Guvner. You see, yer onher, there is
nothing left for you but to pass sentense on the prisner."

"Prisner at the bar," sed the Judge, "this yere cort sentenses you to
hard laber shuvlin' flames at a tempyrature of 6,000 degrees, for 10,000
yares, durin' all wich time you will sing 'I want to be a angel, And
with the editturs stand!' Shurruf, conduct the prisner to furnace number
561, next to Gittoes."

Soon as he'd gone, a cullered gentleman was brot in, and in ansur to
there quest-shuns as to his morral standing he sed:

"Jedge I knoes I'se a hard cityzen, and I've done gone and sinned purty
nigh all the sins wot I know'd of. Steelin' fouls, hookin' nickles outer
the contrybushun box, 'propriatin' millyuns wot I'd no legal rite and
titel to, gettin' converted at camp meetin' so as I culd mash wun of.
them purty sistern, and other offenses too numer-ickel to menshun, but
if this yere cort'U giv this nigger a sho, I'll try to leed a dif-frent
life."

"Prisner, did you ever tak a noose-paper?" sed the Prosercutin' Turney.

"Yes, sar; I'se skribed for the _Christshun Advercate_ for 'bout six
yares, and I've payed it up in advanse for most a yare to cum."

"Bobby, my boy," sed the cort to his rite hand man, "go order the cook,
to kill the fatted ram, and prepare a bang up lay out, cos this here
cullurd brother is a man, molded after my own hart. Shake, my man,"
sed he, shovin his rite boney hand to the cullured feller's, "and after
we've feested, and viserted my privat opra house, and taken in the
new skellyton bailey at-trackshuns, I'll driv yer thru my subteranean
domminyuns, fore you tak the xpress for Skie stashun, and you bet you'll
say this here devil aint as bad as he's painted, cos he knoes how to
onher a distingushed guest."

Then the seen vanished from my vishun, and I woke up, hollerin with
a pane in my programme, and ma had ter get me a dose of brandie and
ginger, outer the flask, wot pa carries, when he goes a fishin.




CHAPTER XXVIII.

     AT THE STOCK EXCHANGE.--THE ENGAGEMENT.--FIRE IN THE
     SHECARGO UNIYUN DEPOT.--A OFFER FROM JAY GOULD.

This mornin noose was sorter dull, so the city edittur sent me down to
the Stock Exchange for to write up the anticks of the Bulls and Bares.
Wen I got down there I guess the annymiles hadn't got round, but there
keepers was purty numerous, and made a good deel more noise than they
would theirselves. I was showd up to the visters gallary, so as I
culd get a good vue of the fite wot was goin on tween the grangers and
coalers. The way they do there fitin puts me in mind of wen we use-ter
go to skule, cos they chew up a lot of paper, and make spit balls outer
it, and then paste each other on the eyes with them. Jay Gould is the
name of a littel bit of a feller, he aint much in size, but he's hale
columby wen it comes rite down to spit ball fites, cos he pasted old
Russel Sage and Vandybilt outer ther boots, hittin fare in the eyes
every time.

Wen they was gettin purty well tired out, a lot of fellers wot was
"hit," cum out, and the other formed rings round them and sung a song
wot sounded like it was maid up of five 8s and three 1/4 s. I shuld
think theyd be ashamed of theirselves, grate big men, spendin there time
playin a game wot Boys, as big as me, wuldn't do for a nickel. I seen
they was disgracin us, New Yorkers, so I thot it was time to put a stop
to it, and bring em down to bisness, so I sung out orful loud:

"Gintelmin: Thurs a big fire in the Uniyun Depot in Sheecargo." Then
they all looked up to see who was talkin, and reckernized me, as
connected with the _Buster_. You'd dide, to see em flyin round; the
fellers wot do the bullin was purty neer crazey, coverin up there
stocks, with margin's. Stocks come flyin down, like litenin, and the
barish porshun of the compenney, was makin a immense pile of munney.
The country lams wot the Bulls and bares had been fleecin, so as there
wives, & gals culd have wool enuf, to stuff the footstools with, wot
they was makin for Chrissmas boxes, hurd wot I sed, and tumbeled to it,
and sold all the Western trunk stocks. I didn't say nothing till I
seen thay'd got a good deal onter the bulls, then I sung out agen,
"Gentelmen, The big fire wot, I sed, was in the Uniyun Depot, at
Sheecargo, is still burnin fiercely, in the heeter, wots lokated in the
seller."

I didn't wate to say good by, cos the fire-like gleem wot gleemed at
me from bout a hundred pares of eyes, boded no good for the _Busters_
devil.

Wen I got back to the offis a note was watin for me, wot red:

     Dare Devil--You've mistakin your callin. A sensashunalist
     like yurself orter stick to the spesshialty bisness. If
     you'll quit the noosepa-per perfesshun, I'll form a
     syndycate, and run you as a stock hammerer, and gin you half
     the proffits.

     Yours very trooly,

     Gould.

I assure you, Mr. Diry, the temptashun was purty strong, but I thot of
my integrity and princerples, and rote:

     Sur--I prefer my present persisshun of hammerin branes inter
     the publick to that of hammerin stocks. Not all the
     syndycates of 'Merica wuld temp me to relinquish my
     onherabel con-necshuns with the _Dailey Buster_.

     Yours trooly,

     Devil.




CHAPTER XXIX.

     HE CALLS ON MARIA AND PRONOUNSES HER FRAGRANT.--AT A CHURCH
     SUPPER.--BENERVOLENSE REWARDED.----A EPPYDEMMICK.

Last nite I went over to call on Maria. I thot I'd be prepared, so I
washed myself in ma's lavender water, and sprinkeled oh de coloney all
over my does. Wen I nocked at Marias dore, I stepped down off the steps
and wated for her appairanse. At last she cum, and blushed up orful wen
I ast her if it was all rite. She sed she didnt kno, cos she'd got so
used to it she culdnt tell, but she thot it was all rite, cos she'd ben
standin 'tween two open winders for the weak, and if it warnt gone by
this time, she guest it'd stick to her for life. I walked up a littel
closer to her, and sed: "Maria, cum here." She cum, and caushusly and
carefully I put my knoes neer her, and sure enuf I culdnt smell nothin
but a slite oder of cloride of lime and a lingerin of carbollick acid.
Then I kissed her and maid her get fixed up, cos we was goin to report
a oyster supper wot cum off at the U. P. Church. Wen Maria and me got
there most everybodie had ete there plate of hot water, wot the church
wardin'd had settin down on one of the oyster stalls at Fulton Market
for bout a weak, so as it'd inhail a sa very flaver. Soon as Maria and
me had got thru our plate, the 'xcitement begun, and the ladies all brot
round there books for to hav us giv em 10 cents, and put down our names
for a chanse in the one lonesum oyster wot the stew had ben maid of. Wen
the wimmin had fleeced all the fellers outer every cent they had, and
maid em turn there pockets inside out, so as to be sure they warnt tryin
to keep back eny five dollar bills, the preecher got up on a platform
and draw'd a number out of a hat full, wot a littel gal held over her
hed. 'Fore he red out the number, he called on one of the deecons to
offer up a prayer, that the Lord mite open up the hart of the lucky
drawer, to donate the oyster to the church, so as they culd hold a
nuther supper, without incurrin eny more such 'xtravergant 'xpenses.

Then the minnysteer sed 46 was the number, wot he'd drawed out, and
that it stood oppsite Mr. Wylie's name. Now, Mr. Wylie is a orful rich
banker, and is always donatin things to the church, so he got rite up
and sed, he'd giv it to the good cause.

Then there was some cheerin' and every body crowded round the gasoline
stove to wach the cook deposit the oyster in a can, so it culd be stovvd
away in the Wardins Buggler proof safe. After delvin round the bottom of
the pot for sum time the ladel cum up, with its assthetick freight, the
black and green speckled tode, wot I'd slipped inter the stue, wile the
prayer was goin up.

Sumthin muster ben Eppydemic in that church, cos everybodie, xceptin me
and Maria, got to coffin and spuein up, and prayin Good Lord deliver us.




CHAPTER XXX.

     THE DEVIL'S OCCUPASHUN GONE.--POLLYTISHUN OR JURNERLIST.--
     PLANS FOR THE FUTURE.--ADDYOU.

I aint no devil no more, cos this mornin Mr. Gilley informed me that I
was gettin too big for my persishun, and he'd hired a nuther boy to
act as the _Busters_ Devil. He sez I can fuie round and act in the
cuppaserty of missellaneus reporter, and rite up eny thing I think wurth
wile, till it was time for us to go to Albanie and get inaugerated. Then
he'd warnt me to act as his Privat Seckertery, cos he knowed I had his
interest at hart, and was discrete enuf not to give him away.

I don't kno yet wether I'd better axcept his offer to become a
pollytishun, cos I've got my mind set on the jurnerlistick perfesshun,
and its bout the eesiest way to mak a fortune and a name wot I culd get.

I'll think over the matter, Mr. Diry, and if I can't get a situashun
as a Washinton gossipper or a job on the _Herald_, to rite up the
abberiginies of Cannadey, I may go on to Albanie, and rite up all the
triks of the pollytishuns, jest to keep myself in pracktiss til we go
outer offis.

I must close, Mr. Diry, cos I'm goin down to the hotel to intervue
Curnel Bob, Ingysoll, and see if a feller like me wuldn't stand sum
sho to make munny and a big name, if he was to start out as a "genuine
devil" brok loose from Haydies.

     And you, mister, remember if I ain't no longer a
     typergraffickal devil, I still am,

     Yours trooly,

     Georgie.









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