New Nick Carter Weekly, No. 39 — page 5: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

a slick pusson met me, whis- 8’ inter my yer—that was ther then we got down ter “Fe had three thousand dollars in S -_greenbacks, which he said he’d sell ter = a3 ne fer three hundred dollars. _ “Thet was jus’ ther size o’ my wallet, an’ I tole him so. ““Wostd I take a walk down ther street with him? Well, I reckoned I would, an’ a ‘of a “dark aie on some en. sitions = & name I disremember. : ree va wuz ter walk: inside ther house an’ is senley had short - e1 Phave Sep out er rN ew York. You jes wa ik oe ther street, Sez he, ‘an’ Purty sities the sii: man, no- -$ e handle of my revolver, said it ike it beats make a fellah mad, = made it myself,’ says I, ‘an’ down > in Georgy I uses it ter shoot betes with.’ a Les « “In ther winter,’ sez I, ‘I climbs inter ‘the ave whar ther bars ses fn" when s one wf home, I feel uv his vod y hea r heart a-beatin’, then i $— a; 2 ae creatures 3 ‘““He put ther stuff in er wooden box— I seen ther bills on ther top o’ each pack- age—an’ I put the box in my satchel. ‘‘When I left ther house, I went direct to ther hotel, an’ it bein’ nigh onto dark, I concluded I’d have supper, take an- other squint at my fortune, and then run over ter New York and spend a few dol- lars on the theayters.”’ Mr. Laroche uttered a deep sigh, looked appealingly at Orrant, and then proceeded. ‘““T don’t want you to give this thing away on me, Jasper, for we’re all weak and ain’t responsible for our actions, when you come to figger ther thing down to a fine point. ‘‘ Arter supper I went to my room—this yer room—an’ I tuk out ther box ther greenback fellah had giv me, and opened ther packages to look at ther notes ag’in. ‘“What do you think, Jasper Orrant? Dog my skin if I hadn’t been roped in, an’ done fer slicker nor bar’s grease. ‘Every blame package—there were three on ’em—had a good greenback onto ther top ov ‘em, but ther rest . ther package was nothin’ but gt _ paper. money I had reeseaved jest sixteen lars and not a cent more. ‘'When I seen \v I’d cum ter, i a fi a 4 begum to think of ther ole ‘oman I'd left behine on ther farm, an’ of the darter = I she had been cryin’ her eyes out fer. ofe* 'O nan ah mine. = a ee began ter think how I'd hed ter th ba « ~ ie | Ae ? . p ola * ie ‘‘Fer three hundred dollars im good | :