MORE FABLES by GEORGE ADE author of FABLES in SLANG ILLUSTRATED by CLYDE J. NEWMAN 1900. Table _of_ Contents _The_ Fable _of_ How Uncle Brewster was _Too_ Shifty _for the_ Tempter _The_ Fable _of the_ Grass Widow _and the_ Mesmeree _and the_ Six Dollars _The_ Fable _of the_ Honest Money-Maker and the Partner of His Joys, _Such as They Were_ _The_ Fable _of_ Why Sweetie Flew _the_ Track _The_ Fable _of the_ Ex-Chattel _and the_ Awful Swat _that_ was Waiting _for the_ Colonel _The_ Fable _of the_ Corporation Director _and the_ Mislaid Ambition _The_ Fable _of_ What Happened _the_ Night the Men Came _to the_ Women's Club _The_ Fable _of_ Why Essie's Tall Friend Got _the_ Fresh Air _The_ Fable _of the_ Michigan Counterfeit _Who_ Wasn't One Thing _or the_ Other _The_ Fable _of the_ Adult Girl Who Got Busy Before They Could Ring _the_ Bell _on_ Her _The_ Fable _of the_ Man-Grabber Who Went Out _of_ His Class _The_ Fable _of the_ Inveterate Joker who Remained _in_ Montana _The_ Fable _of the_ Cruel Insult _and the_ Arrival _of the_ Lover _from_ No. 6 _The_ Fable _of the_ Lodge Fiend, _and the_ Delilah Trick Played _by_ His Wife _The_ Fable _of the_ Apprehensive Sparrow _and_ Her Daily Escape _The_ Fable _of the_ Regular Customer _and the_ Copper-Lined Entertainer _The_ Fable _of_ Lutie, _the_ False Alarm, _and_ How She Finished about _the_ Time _that_ She Started _The_ Fable _of the_ Cotillon Leader _from the_ Huckleberry District _with the_ Intermittent Memory _The_ Fable _of the_ He-Gossip _and the_ Man's Wife _and the_ Man _The_ Fable _of the_ Author Who was Sorry _for_ What He Did _to_ Willie _THE_ FABLE _OF_ HOW UNCLE BREWSTER WAS _TOO_ SHIFTY _FOR THE_ TEMPTER When Uncle Brewster had put on his Annual Collar and combed his Beard and was about to start to the Depot, his Wife, Aunt Mehely, looked at him through her Specs and shook her Head doubtfully. Then she spoke as follows: "You go slow there in the City. You know your Failin's. You're just full of the Old Harry, and when you're Het Up you're just like as not to Raise Ned." "I guess I can take keer of myse'f about as well as the Next One," retorted Uncle Brewster. "I've been to the Mill an' got my Grist, if any one should ask. I ain't no Greeny." With that he started for the Train, which was due in one Hour. As he rode toward the Great City he smoked a Baby Mine Cigar, purchased of the Butcher, and told the Brakeman a few Joe Millers just to throw out the Impression that he was Fine and Fancy. After he had Registered at the Hotel and Swelled Up properly when addressed as "Mister" by the Clerk, he wanted to know if there was a Lively Show in Town. The Clerk told him to follow the Street until he came to all the Electric Lights, and there he would find a Ballet. Uncle Brewster found the Place, and looked in through the Hole at an Assistant Treasurer, who was Pale and wore a Red Vest. [Illustration: UNCLE BREWSTER]