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TWO KINDS OF TALKERS.

HOW \ T \LE IS. TOM) BY BOTH OF ' THEM.

(From Uie "Philadelphia Post")

Then there's the man who will per-1 sist in finishing his sentence even though you see the end from the beginning. Him we may call the realistic talker. Now, if two alert impressionists are communicating with each | other by moans of their tongues the conversation can run like this: | "So you want to hear about Jack Carson? Ancient history. Met his enemy i» Louisville. Latter dead shot and saw Jack first " . '■Exactly. Where'd they bury Jack'?" "Local cemetery. Had big fortune, daughter Mabel, a beaut. She grew up, and, of course " "Of course. Englishman or Italian?" "Reginald Cecil Plantagenet—-" "I sec. When did she apply for divorce?" "One year, and by that time only half of " "Humph! How much at first?" "Cool million, and now no foreigners "Naturally. Well, some American will " "Has- " "Good. When?" "Last month. Has money of his own, hard worker and she'll " "Be in clover. Well, I'm glad you've told me all this, for I always liked Mabel, and wondered what became of her." Now. suppose that our verbosp and dogged friend had been telling about .lack and Mabel to our alert young impressionist. He would have begun in a hard, dry matter of fact tonet

"So you want to hear what became of Jack Carson? Sit down here by the window, and I'll tell you. Nice club this. Well, Jack quarrelled with a Kentuokiau of the name of Breclrinridgc, a man who always shot to kill, and IBrcckinriilgo swore h.o'd shoot Jack at sight. Jack never went armed. One day he was in Lonfi^ille, and Breckinridge saw him, and before any one could interfere the Kenituckian —" "I see. Poor Jack!"

"—the Kentucldan aimed h\V, at his heart and shot him, and Jack dropped in his tracks, because he'd been hit in the heart."

"Too bad. What beeauae of Mabel? Leave her any money?"

"He left his daughter Mabel his entire fortune. She was a beautiful girl, and when she grew up to woman's estate she was considered a great catch and scores of fellows pftid court to her, but an Englishman final " "I tumble. Took her across the prtnd and made her pay his diebts, I suppose

"_ nn Englishman by the name erf Reginald Cecil Plantagesnet Tudor Conynghiune laid siege to her henrt and won the simple-minded child. He took her over to England and induced her to square him witlk his creditors and "

"How long did she. stand that sort of treatment?"

"—he was cruel besides, and treated her shamefully, and In a year she applied " "Glad she had tHe spunk. And of course she got it. He was probably a worthless sort.' '

" — s he applied for a divorce and was lucky enough to get it, although she had spent one-half a million or " "I understand. What did she do then?"

"—or, to be exact, $500,000, on the miserable fellow. Then she came back to America.and registered an oath that she would never "

"Marry an Englishman. I see." " —would never enter into the state of matrimony with any member of the British aristocracy, but a young Bostonian of means and ability "

"Good for he?"

'him! He won her, did

" —a young Bostonian of means and ability met her at a reception, a:ud it was a case of love at first sight, and they were married within a month, and I think that in this case the old adasje, 'Marry in' "

"Not a doubt of ft. Those adages don't always work, particularly the old ones. Get out of order from too much use."

"_th<? old adage-. 'Marry in haste and repent at leisure,* will .not apply to them, for the Bostonian is eminently worthy of her, nnd I'm sure that they'll be happy. But it's a great pity that she ever met that Plantagenet Conynghame, for if he hadn't got his hands on the fortune "

"She'd have had twice as much. Right you are. Good-bye, old man. I must be going." And the alert (and also somewhat rude) young man hurries off, but hears floating after him the inexorable tones of his friend:

"—if he hadn't got his han<3& on that fortune her father left her she would have had twice $500,000 or $1,000,000 to bring to the young Bostonian."

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Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 153, 29 June 1901, Page 3 (Supplement)

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TWO KINDS OF TALKERS. Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 153, 29 June 1901, Page 3 (Supplement)

TWO KINDS OF TALKERS. Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 153, 29 June 1901, Page 3 (Supplement)