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Show 4 AS TO SUCKERS "You look as if you were up against it ugaln," remnrked tho proprietor of thu nll-nlght lunch room to tho raveled rav-eled ydun man who hnd ordered n slack of browns. "You're n good gucssor," said tho young man, flooding his cakes from tho sirup pitcher for tho second time. "About once In 1,000 years you call the turn on mo." "What's the trouble?" nsked the lunch room proprietor. "Ain't tho suckers suck-ers bltln' no more?" "There nln't no suckers no more," replied tho raveled young man. They'vo got wise. Tyke Furney got a Jay on tho string a week ngo and rolled roll-ed him for his Wad had him doped good an' proper, too. It took him all the night, but ho done it, an wotcher think? Ho didn't get nothln' but a dollar watch an' 70 cents' worth o' chicken feed f'r all his work. Wotcher think o' that?" "Tyke's work's gettln' coarse," said tho lunch room proprietor. "Ho didn't tister bag no packages o' soap." "ft wasn't no soap package," said the young man. "The Jay had tho dough right on him. Tyko don't do no 'coarse work. I hot If ho'd n3ked him vhero ho'd got it hid tho guy would have told him. but Tyko didn't think it was ness'ry. Ho got him in Dugnn's back room so dopy Dugan thought he'd croaked him an' went through him with a flno tooth comb. They ripped up the seam In his vest an' tho llnln' In his cap an' thoy took tho insoles out of his shoes, an' then they didn't git nothln'. They Jln'ly glvo It up an throw him out In tho nllpy and somebody some-body come nlong nn' took him te the stntlon, Then It camo out whore ho'd got his wheat dividends. It was in 7200 bills pasted on his vest back with n porous plasted. That fat cop Pederson told Tyko about It nn' glvo him the laugh. Wotcher goln' to do when they're glttln' as foxy as that? You'd have had to tako tho hldo off of that guy to get at them bills. Wouldn't that Jar you?" "Skin game," commented tho lunchroom lunch-room proprietor. "Suro thing. No, there nln't no suckers left. They'vo got so thoy know ns much as you an' mo do." "You can leave mo out,' said tho lunch room proprietor. "I don't make my customers show stlfkits o' gnd character beforo they git their beans, but I ain't couplln' up with all of 'em, either. I don't protend to bo as flossy as you an' Tyko." "Sure," agreed tho raveled young mnn. "You've got pin feathers through your shoulder blades. I run on to a good thing, with a red neck n couplo o' dnys ago, though. Spotted him coin-In' coin-In' out o' th'oltock Island nn' sold him a threo-quartor carat diamond ring I'd just picked up In tho street for 15. I wasn't goln to tap him for moro'n a dollar ar two at first, but It como so easy I raised it. Course I might of advertised ad-vertised that ring nn' got $25 reward for returnln' it, but I didn't have tho tlmo to do it" . "You oughtn't to bo broke, then," said tho lunch room proprietor. "I know It," agreed tho customer. "I wouldn't have been, cither, if I hadn't floated Into Dutch Henry's last night. He's got a great gamo runnln' there, but if ho ain't got to dealln' from n phony box them cards ccrt'nly did come out like he had. I never did have no luck In that Joint. I'vo gono ag'ln that box o' Henry's 20 times, an' I ain't mado a win yet." "Henry's doln' well since ho last opened up, nln't ho?" "Ho's cleanln' up plenty, but it don't do him no good." "What's tho reason?" "He takes it all down to that bucket buck-et shop over on tho corner. Ho's n smooth guy, Henry Is, but ho likes to look nt them chalk marks on tho board too well. That ain't nn easy gamo to beat, an' don't you novor think it is. If you do, Henry can toll you dlff'-rent." dlff'-rent." The proprietor of tho nll-nlght lunch room smiled. "I thought you said there is no suckerB no moro," ho remnrked. re-mnrked. "I wonder what kind of gold bricks tho guy that runs that bucket shop buys?" |