d turn on the Water he would be lured away by the
Prospect of developing some Monte Carlo Proposition up in the Mesaba
Range.

In the meantime he wore Celluloid Collars and owed for every round
Steak that he had carried home during the preceding Five Years.

Otis, on the Other Hand, played nothing but Cinches. He was out for
the Pastry. It was not his Fault if the Widows and Orphans who
invested on his Tips all wound up as Department Store Employees.

He double-crossed his Partners and whip-sawed his Customers and bluffed
the Courts and bullied his way into the Strongholds of Finance.

While the U. S. Grand Jury would be in Session, trying to get him with
the Goods, he would be motoring in Normandy and tossing Showers of
Silver to the Peasantry.

Do not mistrust the Tale, for every Buccaneer from Broad Street, N. Y.,
to the St. Francis Bar at the Golden Gate, was once a Poor Boy with
Store Clothes on his Back and Grand Larceny in his Heart.

When Angie went to visit Lib, after the Lapse of Many Years, you can
Gamble that they had Some Talk to unload.

Angie carried a Wicker Suit-Case costing $1.98 and her General Get-Up
was that of the Honest Creature who may be found in any Hotel Corridor
at 2 A. M. massaging the Mosaic Floor with a Hot Cloth.

"Get me!" said Wilbur's wife, dropping wearily to a Divan in the Style
of Louis Quatorze. "Pipe the Lid! It is a 1906 Model and the Aigrette
is made of Broom Straw. Take a Peek at the shine Tailor-Made and the
Paper Shoes. Ever since they wished that False Alarm on to me I have
been giving a correct Imitation of Lizzie the Honest Working Girl.
Each Evening he comes home to give me a Sweet Kiss and promises me a
Trip to Europe and a Set of Gray Squirrels, and next Morning, when I
get up to remove the Oatmeal from the Fireless Cooker, I find on the
Back Porch a large Rough-neck in a Sweater who has come to shut off the
Gas or take away the Parlor Furniture. Then I think of You, with your
Closets hanging full of fluffy Frocks and your Man rushing in every
few Minutes to slap you in the Face with a Hundred Dollar Bill. You
can take it from me, Dearie, I would jump the whole Game were it not
for the Children. I have put in my whole Life trying to realize
something on a Promissory Note that was a Bloomer to begin with. He
has kidded me along ever since the World's Fair at Chicago, feeding me
on Canned Stuff and showing me pictures of Electric Runabouts and
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