. Illustrated history of the Union Stockyards; sketch-book of familiar faces and places at the yards. gn news. The is a i^age he never looks at except when he wantssomething in particular. Just now he wants some-thing in particular. The recently bereaved widows his eye. He hurriedly gulps down his coffeeand hastens to the telephone. East, 105, he says, 198 She union stockyards 199 and a minute later: Hello, Lowell, be at the club at11:15 sharp, will you? Think Ive found the snap wewant. All right. Good-bye. At 11:15 sharp our merchant and Lowell meet at theclub. See that, s
. Illustrated history of the Union Stockyards; sketch-book of familiar faces and places at the yards. gn news. The is a i^age he never looks at except when he wantssomething in particular. Just now he wants some-thing in particular. The recently bereaved widows his eye. He hurriedly gulps down his coffeeand hastens to the telephone. East, 105, he says, 198 She union stockyards 199 and a minute later: Hello, Lowell, be at the club at11:15 sharp, will you? Think Ive found the snap wewant. All right. Good-bye. At 11:15 sharp our merchant and Lowell meet at theclub. See that, says the merchant, throwing downthe paper. I think that is about the horse we want, Lowell looks at it critically, with the air of a manwho is called upon to prove his judgment. The mer-chant thinks Lowell is horse wise, Lowell thinks sotoo—only more so. Yes, that looks good. But if youwant it youll have no time to lose. Better run up onthe seven train in the morning. That suits our mer-chant, and by 10:30 Monday morning our two friendsare in a hansom driving post haste to 4787 GO AROUND AND SEE MY MAN JOHN. 200 ILLUSTRATED HISTORY Their pasteboards are presented to the recently be-reaved widow, who comes to the door in deepest and swel-lest weeds, with a winning smile lighting up the weepypallor of her countenance. I must ask you to go aroundand see my man John, she says in a gracious voice inwhich there is a pathetic sound of tears. Our two menalmost prostrate themselves in apologizing for their in-trusion upon the charming little widows grief. Theyfeel as they betake themselves to the stables that theymust be a born combination of the blockhead and bruteto have thought for a moment of seeing the widow inperson about the horse. Bad enough that she must partwith her husbands pet that she shouldnt be botheredwith selling it, too. My man John is a most obliging and well trainedcoachman. When he puts his heels together and toucheshis crepe-banded hat respectfu
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