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Just then Aunt Martha and Uncle Peter came in the parlor, and presently I grabbed a chance to say a few words to Skinski on the side: "If my family circle ever gets wise that you and the Queen of Laughter over there are excess baggage it'll be to the cabbage patch for mine," I whispered. "I'm on," Skinski whispered back. "Never a break from yours mysteriously, believe me.
"Oh, very well!" said Skinski, and forthwith he launched into a description of his various tricks. The waiter had just brought our luncheon when a large blondined shadow fell across the festive board, and Skinski jumped to his feet, followed by Bunch and yours surprisedly. "Permit me!" Skinski said; "our new backers, Mr. Jefferson and Mr.
She never talks off the stage. On the stage, say! she has the most elegant line of language that ever left the pipes. Leave it all to me, Manager, and I'll see that the McGowan family makes an awful hit with your fireside companions." And Skinski kept his word.
"But this Skinski proposition," Bunch groaned; "isn't that taking a long chance? Clara J. was always bitterly opposed to you having anything to do with a theatrical venture what will she say?" "Peaches needn't be in on this at all," I said. "We'll simply put up a thousand each for the expense money, start Petroskinski, and after the opening night began to gather in the mazooboes.
I pulled myself together, picked up a pack of cards and began to do things with the deck that no mortal man ever saw before, while Bunch stood in the wings with his teeth chattering so loud they sounded like a pedestal clog accompaniment. Then I picked up an egg where Skinski had placed it on the tabaret and started in to do something mysterious with it.
"Yes, of course," Bunch chimed in; "if you want the tour to continue, why " "Oh! pinkies!" said Skinski; "what do I want to go hugging one-night stands for when I have a hundred thousand booboos in the kick. It's the Parisian boulevards for us, and a canter on the Boy Bologna, eh, Dodey?" "You betcher sweet!" she gurgled thirstily.
"Aunt Martha and I have been shopping, and we dropped in here for luncheon," my wife rattled on, while I was slowly recovering. "Of course we don't wish to be de trop," she added, glancing curiously at the famous Skinski and his assistant in the mind-reading tests. "No, no, Peaches; certainly not!" I spluttered; "hadn't the faintest idea you were coming in town to-day.
Did you, have much trouble in finding the place?" "Nay, lady fair," Skinski replied; "no trouble at all. Nephew Bunch came as far as the front door with us." "What!" exclaimed the astonished Peaches. "Yes," Skinski concluded; "he even saved us the hardship of ringing the bell. Oh! he's a thoughtful relative, Bunch is."
At seven o'clock Dodo came in with one of those sunburst souses, and as she went sailing by to her dressing room she gave us the haughty head and murmured, "You betcher sweet!" Seven thirty and no Skinski. I was nervous, but I wasn't a marker to Bunch. He had long since graduated from biting his finger nails, and was now engaged in eating the brim of his opera hat.
"I've told Dodey all about you two glad boys," Skinski went on, "and she's for you, ain't you, Dodey?" "You betcher sweet!" Dodo chimed in, with a hungry glance at the cooked stuff. "I told her we had a business meet on here, but if she wanted to squeeze in she wouldn't be in nobody's way," Skinski continued.
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