ALNASCHAR

Here's yer toy balloons! All sizes!

Twenty cents for that. It rises

Jest as quick as that‘ ere, Miss,

Twice as big. Ye see it is

Some more fancy. Make it square

Fifty for‘ em both. That's fair.

That's the sixth I've sold since noon.

Trade's reviving. Just as soon

As this lot's worked off, I'll take

Wholesale figgers. Make or break,—

That's my motto! Then I'll buy

In some first-class lottery

One half ticket, numbered right —

As I dreamed about last night.

That'll fetch it. Do n't tell me!

When a man's in luck, you see,

All things help him. Every chance

Hits him like an avalanche.

Here's your toy balloons, Miss. Eh?

You wo n't turn your face this way?

Mebbe you'll be glad some day.

With that clear ten thousand prize

This‘ yer trade I'll drop, and rise

Into wholesale. No! I'll take

Stocks in Wall Street. Make or break,—

That's my motto! With my luck,

Where's the chance of being stuck?

Call it sixty thousand, clear,

Made in Wall Street in one year.

Sixty thousand! Umph! Let's see!

Bond and mortgage'll do for me.

Good! That gal that passed me by

Scornful like — why, mebbe I

Some day'll hold in pawn — why not?—

All her father's prop. She'll spot

What's my little game, and see

What I'm after's HER. He! he!

He! he! When she comes to sue —

Let's see! What's the thing to do?

Kick her? No! There's the perliss!

Sorter throw her off like this.

Hello! Stop! Help! Murder! Hey!

There's my whole stock got away,

Kiting on the house-tops! Lost!

All a poor man's fortin! Cost?

Twenty dollars! Eh! What's this?

Fifty cents! God bless ye, Miss!