"'All right,' says Butsy. 'I'll be the goat just once more--but take it from me this is the last time!' "'Send a wagon fur the trunk when you get up-town,' I says to Butsy when he's goin'. "'Furget it!' he says. 'Put her on the street-car. The car runs right into Minnehaha Park 'n' you can unload her in front of the stalls.' "'You can't take a trunk on a street-car,' I says. "'Wait till you see this street-car,' says Butsy. "'Ain't they but one?' says Peewee. "'That's all,' says Butsy. 'Orphy Shanner runs it.' "Me and Peewee stands a-waitin' fur the street-car fur thirty minutes, then I goes into the freight depot office. "'Is the street-car runnin'?' I says to the old gazink at the desk. "'Ye can't rightly call it runnin',' he says. 'It ain't been settled yet. Some claims she dun't, some claims she do. Them that claims she dun't is those who've rid on her.' "'Well, whatever she does,' I says, 'will she get here this mawnin'? I got to get to the race track.' "'I'll call up Orphy an' see,' says the old gazink. 'Hello, Tessie,' he says, after he grinds away at the telephone handle fur a while. 'Git a-holt of Orphy Shanner fer me out to th' park--that's a good girl.' In about ten minutes somebody begins to talk over the phone. 'Say, Orphy, this is Ed at the B. & O. Freight,' says the old gazink. 'I got a passenger down here fer ye.' Then he listens at the phone. 'I don't know who he is. He's a stranger tu me,' he says, 'n' listens some more. 'All right, I'll tell him,' he says, 'n' hangs up the phone. "'Orphy says fer me to tell ye thet he's comin' in to get Mrs. Boone at the Public Square at eleven o'clock,' he says to me. 'He's goin' to take her out High Street to a whisk party at Mrs. Pucker's, an' he'll come down here an' git ye then.' "'Why, it ain't ten o'clock yet,' I says. "'Well, you kin set in here out of the rain an' wait,' he says. "I thinks we better walk 'n' then I remembers that cussed trunk. "'Much obliged,' I says. 'I'll go out 'n' get my friend.' "'Be they two of ye?' says he. 'Jeerusalem, I told Orphy they wa'n't but one.' "When I gets back with Peewee, the old gazink pushes a couple of chairs at us. "'Set right down, boys,' he says, ''n' make yourselves mis'able.' Then he puts a chew in his face that would choke a he-elephant 'n' begins to ask us questions. The only thing he don't ask us he don't think of. He'll stop right in the middle of a word 'n' say, 'pit-too-ee,' 'n' hit a flat box full of sawdust dead center. I don't see him miss once.' "After he's got us pumped dry he begins to tell us what _he_ knows, 'n' believe me he's got a directory beat to a custard. He hands us some info about everybody who's alive in Mount Clinton 'n' then starts in on the cemetery. He works back till he's talkin' about some 'dead an' gone these twenty year,' as he says.