Penny Dreadfuls, 1897 · page 5 of 36
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a ee all cmeeee slick strangers who come up tew ~~ * = a ‘ ; “| a2 = . a — ~ = - = —. ok o. he “*Bunco!’’ exclaimed the other as if ated to to let two or three cable cars go Caeia offended. swindler: Why, Mr. | by a Sea § hey gave him a good deal more alarm . BYeou can’t call my naine, not ef yeou than the eit steerer had, and his try for a month ot Sundays’ D9 interrupted 1 fin gets twitched nervously as Ne started : the ayaa at last to cross the avenue. : Pn just on tew yeou, I’d have yeou! Just then an Italian who had ‘been - onderstand, an’ I ain’t Seaid-of the whole standing there and looking about doubt- _ tribe of ye.” fully, touched him on the sleeve and Ee te a fp Im prittaleh, *’ the other | holding up an envelope began: 4 red, “but you reminded ime somuch|) No speaka English vera good——’’ va! old friend of mine, Deacon He did not get any turther than this, for Hatgood raised the hand that held his bag high in the air and brought it down be force upon the Italian’s head. ‘here, gosh darn vye,’’ cried the ar farmer as the Italian staggered and fell, ‘“*Vll teach veou that I mean business with bunco steerers! cepts men in the city an’ rope ’em into "_ Yeou're the partner or Gat feller who : ud of green goods swindle. spoke tew me a min gO. = é Tg ain’t that kind I tell yeou though |. hs rane shi 1 aac at Peseta “s _Tive had letters pom ede zaany: a time.’ |* 7 a = The. other smiled que and -.was a es 7) : . ; id not succeed a> ut to back away as if wk gave up the hawt ot Pe * ¢ ae se as a bad © Job when the hayseed ¢ ' of. a 2006 Johnson, « of Little Falls.” ~ “*Well,”? said the hayseed, ‘‘I ain't from Little Falls I ain’t a deacon, an’ my | a namie air’t Johnson, but I’d just as leave) _ tell yeon my right name. ‘cause I read i ers, I dew, an’ they’ve learned me | in toitip SO, "aad af : ry tuggle he lay full len oth pc ground breathing heavily. A crowd collected at once and the even if he had been cool enough ott to go on “his way, would not have been (a 5s a = s ty ‘name’s good, “ner* sa “Josiah Ha eH ify yeou want the whole lt > able to do so at once becatise so many SS aeee Sy bicat hedged him in. ou can gi it out ef yeou, A policeman ran over r fre m the opposite lof bein’ known, sities to see what was the niatter. oin’ t git ‘taken in by no! “Data man strike-a me,’’ groaned the this” here” cea if I am 4 | Jtalian, as the policeman stood over him. ice te } | Several persons in the crowd had seen = ae g your pé od,’’ the blow and they told the officer excited- __ retumed the other ey ‘py ve 5 aid a\ly what had happened. ao and I’m sorry for it. Good-| ‘‘What are you trying to do, aayreey -. 1orning, Mr. Hatgood.”’ demanded the policeman stand; ng -day tew ye Ee ile He’ the farmer. wee ge POE eS ‘“He’s a bunco,”” exclaimed Hatgood, eee ‘‘an’ I knocked him Sores as he ¢ des a: oe itew be! 4 = 3 ge owe BO ing the scet Mr. Officer P is one of rtheh bystanders, ot a promising vietim -and that asked t the pol sie