Humorous stories; United States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
YOU CAN SEARCH ME
BY HUGH McHUGH
AUTHOR OF
"JOHN HENRY," "DOWN THE LINE WITH JOHN HENRY,"
"IT'S UP TO YOU," "BACK TO THE WOODS,"
"OUT FOR THE COIN," "I NEED THE MONEY,"
"I'M FROM MISSOURI," ETC.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY GORDON H. GRANT
1905
CONTENTS
JOHN HENRY GETS A PARTNER
JOHN HENRY GETS A SUFFICIENCY
JOHN HENRY GETS BUSY
JOHN HENRY GETS A SHOCK
JOHN HENRY GETS EXCITED
JOHN HENRY GETS A SETBACK
JOHN HENRY GETS A SURPRISE
ILLUSTRATIONS
"BRING US A PLAIN OMELETTE AND ONE DISH OF PRUNES."
TWO AND A HALF POUNDS OF IRON LANDED ON MY INSTEP
"YOU BETCHER SWEET"
THE ANSWER WAS A CREAM-COLORED HORSE WHICH LOOKED AT ME SADLY
A PRETTY HOT LINE OF GOODS, EH?
I WAS SO SURPRISED I DROPPED THE EGG
CHAPTER I.
JOHN HENRY GETS A PARTNER.
"Seven weeks and then the wedding bells will get busy for you, eh,
Bunch?" I chuckled.
"Surest thing you know," my old pal Jefferson replied, somewhat
dolefully.
"I must dig up a few old shoes and have a plate of cold rice
pudding on the doorstep," I went on. "It's going to afford me a
bunch of keen delight to soak you in the midriff with a rusty
patent leather and then push a few rice fritters in under your coat
collar, believe me!"
Bunch tried to pull a smile, but his face didn't feel like working,
and the finish was a mournful sigh.
"John," he said, after the waiter had crowded the sizz-water into
the wood alcohol, "I'm a plain case of shrimp!"
"Oh, sush!" I said; "you'll get over that, Bunch. Isn't it a hit
how we young fellows begin to warm wise to ourselves the moment we
get a flash of the orange blossoms. We think of the beautiful
little lady we are leading to the altar and then we think of the
many beautiful souses we have led by the hand, and we begin to ask
ourselves if we are worthy. Before we can get the right answer the
preacher has dropped the flag, the ceremonies are over, and after
that the struggle to supply three squares a day puts the boots to
every other worry; am I right, Gonsalvo?"
"I s'pose so, John," Bunch replied, "but it isn't a case of rattles
with me. I'm shy with the mazume, and it looks now as if that
little trip to the minister's will have to be postponed
indefinitely."
"Skidoo, skidoo, and quit me, Mr. Josheimer!" I suggested.
"I mean it, John," Bunch came back. "I can't lead a girl like
Alice Grey into the roped arena of matrimony when I haven't the
price of an omelette for the wedding breakfast, now can I?"
"Great Scott, Bunch, have you been Chadwicked for your roll ?" I
asked. "Are you the man from Ohio that was so polite he gave his
bank to the lady? If you are, it serves you right."
"No, John," Bunch answered mournfully, "but I had to go to
Washington on a business trip, and while there----"
"Wait, Bunch," I chipped in; "I've got you sized. While in
Washington you met a couple of wise voices who talked nothing but
sure-things, so you for the Bennings race track to spill your coin,
eh, Beau?"
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