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GALVESTOX TRIB'CTNE: WEDNESDAY,
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ELECTRIC FURNACE.
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Joy riding is not any less fatal than
The horrible example has no ef-
fect on some automobilists.
Judge Lewis can not be accused of
seeking legislative favors in Texas. He
handed out a hot roast for the solons
yesterday.
prove
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TAKE YOUR CHOICE.
San Antonio Light.
According to an expert, it requires
brain and not brawn to win a baseball
game. According to the average fan
a good voice goes a long way toward
victories.
The Jacksonville man who overtook
his eloping daughter in New York be-
fore the wedding and then financed the
honeymoon must have remembered his
younger days at the right moment.
can’t
“What can
You can’t stop
The electric furnace is capable of at-
taining a heat of 7,200 degrees. This is
a temperature that will melt almost
every solid known. In comparison
with this heat a red hot bar of iron
would be called cold.
TIME TO DO IT.
Liberty Vindicator.
There is lots of work in Liberty for
a commercial club, board of trade, in-
dustrial league, business men’s club, or
a young men’s business club. And a
town with such an organization is al-
ways thought better of.
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Of
The Crawling Stone Rise.
So sudden was the onset of the river
that the trained riders of the big
ranch were taken completely aback,
and hundreds of head of Dunning cat-
tle were swept away before they could
be removed to points of safety. Fresh
alarms came with every hour of the
day and night, and the telephones up
and down the valley rang incessantly
with appeals from neighbor to neigh-
bor. Lance Dunning, calling out tho
reserves of his vocabulary, swore tre-
mendously and directed the operations
against the river. These seemed, in-
deed, to consist mainly'of hard riding
and hard language on the part of
everybody. Murray Sinclair, although
he had sold his ranch on the Crawling
Stone and was concentrating his hold-
ings on the Frenchman, was every-
where in evidence. He was the first
at a point of danger and the last to
ride away from the slipping acres
where the muddy flood undercut; but
no defiance seemed to disturb the
Crawling Stone, which kept alarming-
ly at work.
Above the alfalfa lands on the long
bench north of the house the river, in
changing its course many years earli-
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Industrial education has been given
a good boost at the convention in Den-
The problem has hot been solved
but it is being worked out in the right
direction.
Several Texas towns are reporting
heat prostrations. The gulf breeze is
keeping Galveston cool and cheerful.
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Any erroneous reflections upon the stand-
ing, character or reputa’ion of any person,
fi’-m or 'corporation, wh;ch may appear in
the columns of The Tribune, will be gladly
corrected upon its being brought to th#
attention or the management.
Time for the Galveston fishermen to
look to their laurels. A plucky Gal-
veston wonian has captured an alli-
gator, all by herself. Claiming that
alligator is not fish is no excuse.
•SWZD
Mythomania sounds good. Politicians
should use it when caught in their
usual failure to keep campaign prom-
ises.
REVISED ASTRONOMY.
Dallas Times Herald.
According to astronomy the “Dog”
days began yesterday. We were under
the impression they commenced
month or six weeks ago in Dallas.
Hasty legislation is likely to be in-
efficient and that means more legisla-
tion.
It was later learned
that, the young peddler worked at odd
Jobs when he could obtain them, sold
papers mornings and afternoons, and
was doing almost'a man’s share toward
the support of his mother and sisters.
It would be comparatively an easy
task to trace out the future life of
boy of this sort.
initiative,
NO EXCEPTIONS.
El Pago Times.
As a general rule, the man that
tell you all about how to do a thing,
is the man that can not show you
■Jo do it.
cesslvely low temperatures throughout
June came again, but
The first rise of the
Crawling Stone had not moved out
the winter frost, and the stream lay
bound from bank to bank, and for hun-
dreds of miles, under three feet of ice.
When June opened, backward and
cold, there had been no spring. Heavy
frosts lasting until the middle of the
month gave sudden way to summer
heat, and the Indians on the upper-
valley reservation began moving back
into the hills. Then came the rise.
Creek after creek in the higher moun-
tains, ice-bound for six months, burst
without warning into flood. Soft winds
struck with the sun and stripped the
mountain walls of their snow. Rains
set in on tne desert, and far in the,
high northwest the Crawling Stone
lifting its four-foot cap of ice like a
bed of feathers began rolling it end
over end down the valley. In the Box,
40 feet of water struck the canyon
walls and ice-floes were hurled like
torpedoes against the granite spurs;
the Crawling Stone was starting after
Its own.
When the river rose, the earlier talk
of Dunning’s men had been that the
Crawling Stone would put an end to
the railroad pretensions by washing,
the 250 miles of track back to the
Peace river, where it had started. Thia
mubh in the beginning was easy to
but the railroad men had
turned out in force to fight for their
holdings, and while the ranchers were
laughing, the river was flowing over,
the bench lands in the upper valley.
Oh, if
'he is there I would not go for worlds’.”
“Pray, why not?”
“Why, he is such an awful man!”
“That is absurd, .Dicksie.”
Dicksie looked grave. “Marion, no
GOOD FOR HIM.
Denison Herald.
One man has been found who ac-
tually says that talk of his running for
governor is “all rot.” Now, what do
you think of that?
Losing a well played game isn’t so
bad. It’s the “sloppy” ones that make
the fans and fannies weary.
Mud lake. It had become separated
from the main channel of the Crawling
Stone by a high, narrow barrier in the
form of a bench deposited by the re-
ceding waters of some earlier floods
and added to by sandstorms sweeping
among the willows that overspread it.
Without an effective head or definite
system of work the efforts of the men
at the Stone ranch were of no more
consequence than if they had spent
their time in waving blankets at the
river. Twenty men riding in together
to tell Lance Dunning that the river
was washing out the tree claims above
Mud lake made no perceptible differ-
ence in the event. Dicksie, though an
inexperienced girl, saw with helpless
clearness the futility of it all.
Terror seized Dicksie. She tele-
phoned in her distress for Marion,
begging her to come up before they
should all be swept away; and Marion,
turning the shop over to Katie Dan-
cing, got into the ranch-wagon that
Dicksie had sent, and started for the.
Crawling Stone. ,
At noon Marlon arrived. The ranch-;
house was deserted, and the men were,
all at the river. Puss stuck her head
out of the kitchen window, and Dick-,
sie ran out and threw herself into
Marion’s arms. Late news from the
front had been the worst; the cutting
above Mud lake had weakened the last
barrier that held off the river, and
every available man was fighting the
current at that point.
Marion heard. it all while eating a
luncheon. Dicksie, beset with anxiety,'
could not stay in the house. The man
that had driven Marion over, saddled
horses in the afternoon and the twoi
women rode up above Mud lake, now
become through .rainfall and seepage
from the river a long, shallow lagoon.
For an hour they watched the shovel-
ing and carrying of sand-bags, and
rode toward the river to the very edge
of the disappearing willows, where
the bank was melting away before the
undercut of the resistless current.
They rode away with a common feel-
ing—a conviction that the fight was a
losing one, and that another day would
see the ruin complete.
“Dicksie,” exclaimed Marion—they
were riding to the house as she spoke
—“I’ll tell you what we| can do!” She
hesitated a moment. “I will tell you
what we can do! Are you plucky?”
Dicksie looked at Marion pathet-
ically.
“If you are plucky enough to do it,
we can keep the river off yet. I have
an Idea. I will gb, but you must come
along.”
\ “Marion, what do you mean? Don’t
you think I would go anywhere to
save the ranch? I should like to know
where you dare go in this country
that I dare not!”
“Then ride with me over to the rail-
road camp by the new* bridge. We will
ask Mr. McCloud to bring some of his
men over. He can stop the river; ho
knows how.”
Dicksie caught her breath. “Oh,
Marion! that would do no good, even
I could do it. Why, the railroad has ’
been all swept away in the lower val-
: lev.”
“How do vou lrnoT»?»» ___
The tariff bill is making progress.
June 1 adjournment is now a dream
unless it is for 1910.
He apparently pos-
pluck, cheerfulness
and self-confidence, and these qualities
constitute about all the stock in trade
necessary /or a successful commercial
Most of the great capitalists
of today began life with just this sort
of a bank account and the same road
is still open to any young man who is
willing to endure hardships and de-
privations during his early life for the
golden future in after years. The boy
in question i^sed his eyes and his brain
to some purpose. He saw the need of
a certain article and proceeded to sup-
ply a deficiency, and in the complex
civilization in which we are living
these days a new want is developed
every day and the world uses an in-
efficient substitute because the race or
Eli Howe, or Eli Whitney, or Tom A.
Edison appears to have run out.
Then again, there appears to. exist
among our rising generation a most
decided objection to doing any sort of
work not in accordance with previous-
ly conceived ideas. If a clerkship is
not open the disposition is to wait un-
til one does open, and too often the
waiting extends through several years,
while the expense account keeps on
doing business at the old stand, work-
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ing 24 hours to the day. In the days of
long ago no man w^s advanced to a
higher position until he had qualified
for it by making himself acquainted
with Avery detail of his business from
the ground up. It may be different
now-a-days, but it will be found that
the men who hold the really high posi-
tions are those who went
whatever promised a fair remunera-
tion and Used brain while they were
at it.
Out Thia Stcry Out mid Keep It* You’ll Wuh: to Head It Lotov W riot
you albino! I’ll blow your head off
left-handed if you pull! 'Will you get
out of this town to-night? If you can’t
drop a man in the saddle at 250 yards,
what do you think you’d look like aft-
er a break with me? Go back to the
whelp that hired you, and tell hiriN
when he wants a friend of mine to
send a man that can shoot. If you are
within 20 miles of Medjcine Bend at
daylight I’ll rope you like a fat cow
and drag you down Front street!”
Du Sang, with burning eyes, shrank
narrower and smaller into his corner,
ready to shoot if he had to, but
not liking the chances. No man in
Williams Cache could pull or shoot
with Du Sang, but no mah in the
mountains had ever drawn successful-
ly against the man that faced him.
Whispering Smith saw that he would
not draw.a He taunted him again in
low tones, and, backing away, spoke
laughingly to McCloud. While Ken-
nedy covered the corner, Smith backed
to the door and waited for the two to
join him. They halted a moment at
the door, then they backed, slowly up
the steps and out into the street.
There was no talk till they reached
the Wickiup office. “Now, will some
of you tell me who Du Sang is?” asked
McCloud, after Kennedy and Whisper-
ing Smith with banter and laughing
had gone over the scene.
Kennedy picked up the ruler. “The
wickedest, cruelest man in the bunch
—and the best shot.”
“Where is your hat, George—the one
he put the bullet through?” asked
Whispering Smith, limp in the big
chair. “Burn it up; he thinks he
missed you. Burn it up now. Never
let him find out what a close call you
had. Du Sang! Yes, he is cold-
blooded as a wild-cat and cruel as a
soft bullet. Du Sang would shoot a
dying man/George, just to keep him
squirming in the,dirt. Did you ever
see such eyes in a human being, set
like that and blinking so in the light?
It’s bad enough to watch a man when
you can sea his eyes. Here’s hoping
we're done with him!”
like Glover and Bucks,
the lands of Dicksie Dun-
Tax on fancy grades of cigars is to
be materially increased. The smoker
of the cheroot can keep on smiling.
a fair
Causeway knockers are now as silent
They may think of some-
thing else but it will do them no more
good than did the scare about insuf-
ficient funds.
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ALL THE TIME.
Waco Times-Herald.
No matter what label the tax wears,
i| comes finally out -.of the man who
toils.
New Plans.
Callahan crushed the tobacco under
his thumb in the palm of his 'right
hand. “So I am sorry to add,” he
concluded to McCloud, “that you are
now out of ' a job.” The two men
were facing each other across the
table in McCloud’s office. “Personally,
I am not sorry to say it, either,” added
Callahan, slowly filling the bowl of his
pipe.
McCloud said nothing to the point,
as there seemed to be nothing to say
until he had heard more. “I never
knew before that you were left-
handed,” he returned, evasively.
“It’s a lucky thing, because it won’t
do for a freight-traffic man, nowadays,
to let his right hand know what his
left hand does,” observed Callahan,
feeling for a match. “I am the only
left-handed man in the traffic depart-
ment, but the man that handles the re-
bates, Jimmie Black, is cross-eyed.
Bucks offered to send him to Chicago
to have Bryson straighten his eyes,
but Jimmie thinks it is better to have
I
man in this part of the country has
(a good word, to say for Whispering
Smith.”
i “Perhaps you have forgotten, Dick-
sie, that you live in a very rough part
of the country,” returned Marion,
coolly. “No man that he has ever
hunted down would have anything
pleasant to say about him; nor would
the friends of such a man be likely
to say a good word of him. There are
many on the range, Dicksie, that have
no respect for life or law or anything
else, and they naturally hate a man
like Whispering Smith—”
“But Marion, he killed—”
“I know. He killed a man named
'.Williams a few years ago, while you
(were at school—one of the worst men
that ever Infested this country. Wil-
liams Cache is named after that man;
he made the most beautiful spot in all
these mountains a nest of thieves and
murderers. But did you know that
Williams shot down Gordon Smith’s
only brother, a trainmaster, in cold
blood in front of the Wickiup at Medi-
cine Bend? No, you never heard that
in this part of the country, did you?
They had a cow-thief for sheriff then,
and no officer in Medicine Bend would
go after the murderer. He rode in
and out of town as if he owned it, and
no one dared say a word, and, mind
you, Gordon Smith’s brother had never
seen the man in his life until he
walked up and shot him dead. Oh, this
was a peaceful country a few years
ago! Gordon Smith was right-of-way
man in the mountains then. He buried
his brother, and asked the officers
what they were going to do about get-
ing the murderer. They laughed at
him. He mad^ no protest, except to
ask for a deputy United States
marshal’s commission. When he got it
he started for Williams Cache after
Williams in a buckboard—think of it,
Dicksie—and didn’t they laugh at him!
He did not even know the trails, and
imagine riding 200 miles in a buck-
board to arrest a man in the moun-
tains! He was gone six weeks, and
came back with Williams’ body
strapped to the buckboard behind
him. He never told the story; all he
said when he handed in his commis-
sion and went back to his work was
that the man was killed in a fair fight.
Hate him! No wonder they hate him
—the Williams Cache gang and al!
their friends on the range! Your cous-
in thinks it policy to placate that ele-
ment, hoping that they won’t steal
your cattle if you are friendly with
them. I know nothing about that, but
I do know something about Whispen
ing Smith. It will be a bad day foi
Williams Cache when they start him
up again. But what has that to da
with your trouble? He will not eat
you up if you go to the camp, Dicksie.
You are just raising bogies.”
They had moved- to the front porch
and Marion was sitting in the rocking
chair. Dicksie stood with her back
against one of the pillars and looked
at her. As Marion finished Dicksie
turned and, with her hand on her fore-
head, looked in wretchedness of mind
out on the valley. As far, in many di-
rections, as the eye could reach the
waters spread yellow in the flood of
sunshine across the lowlands. There
was a moment of silence. Dicksie
turned her back on the alarming sight.
“Marion, I can’t do it!”
“Oh, yes, you can if you want to,
Dicksie!” Dicksie looked at her with
tearless eyes. “It is only a question
of being plucky enough,” insisted
Marion.
“Pluck has nothing to do with it!”
exclaimed Dicksie, in fiery tones. “I
should like to know why you are al-
ways talking about my not having
courage! This isn’t a question of cour-
age. How can I go to a man that 1
talked to as I talked to him in your
house and ask for help? How can I
go to him after my cousin has threat-
ened to kill him, and gone into court
to prevent his coming on our land?
Shouldn’t I look beautiful asking help
from him?”
Marion rocked with' perfect com-
posure. “No, dear, you would not
look beautiful asking help, but you
would look sensible. It is so easy to
be beautiful and so. hard to be sen-
sible.”
“You are just as horrid as
be, Marion Sinclair!”
“I know that, too, dear. All I
wanted to say is that you would look
very sensible just now in asking help
from Mr. McCloud.”
(To be continued.)
The only cure for old age is to idle
young. \
them as they are for the present, so he
can look at a thing in two different
ways—one for the interstate com-
merce commission and one for him-
self. You haven’t heard, then?” con-
tinued Callahan, returning to his rid-
dle about McCloud’s job. “Why, Lance
Dunning ha-s gone into the United
States court and got an injunction
against us on the Crawling Stone line
—tied us up tighter than zero. No
more construction there for a year
at least. Dunning comes in for him-
self and for a cousin who is his
ward, and three or four little ranchers
have filed bills—so It’s up to the law-
yers for 80 per cent, of the gate re-
ceipts and peace. Personally, I’m glad
of it. It gives you a chance to look
after this operating for a year your-
self. We are going to be swamped
with freight traffic this year, and I
want it moved through the mountains
like checkers for the next six months.
You know what I mean, George.” er, had left_ a _ depression known as,
To McCloud the news came, in spite
of himself, as a blow. The results he
had attained in building through the
lower valley had given him a name
among the engineers of the whole line.
The splendid showing of the winter
construction, on which he had de-
pended to enable him to finish the
whole work within the year, was by
this news brought to naught. Those,
of the railroad men who said he could
not deliver a completed line within
the year could never be answered now.
And there was some slight bitterness
in the reflection that the very stum-
bling-block to hold him back, to rob
him of his chance for a reputation
with men
should be
ning.
He made no complaint,
vision he took hold with new en-
ergy and bent his faculties on the op-
erating problems. At Marion’s he
saw Dicksie at intervals, and only to
fall more hopelessly under her spell
each time. She could be serious and
she could be volatile and she could be
something between which he could
never quite-make out. ' She could be
serious with him when he was serious,
and totally irresponsible the next min-
ute with Marion. On the other hand,
when McCloud attempted to be flip-
pant, Dicksie could be confusingly
grave. Once when he was bantering
with her at Marion’s she tried to say
something about her regret that com-
plications over the right of way
should have arisen; but McCloud made
light of it, and waved the matter aside
as if he were a cavalier. Dicksie did
not like it, but it was only that he
was afraid she would realize he was a
mere railroad superintendent with
hopes of a record for promotion quite
blasted. And as if this obstacle to a
greater reputation were not enough, a
wilier enemy threatened in the spring
to leave only shreds and patches of
what he had already earned.
The Crawling Stone river is said to
embody, historically, all of the de-
ceits known to mountain streams. Be-
low the Box Canyon it plows through
a great bed of yielding silt, its own
deposit between the two imposing
lines of bluffs that resist its wander-
ings from side to side of the wide val-
ley. This fertile soil makes up the
rich lands that are the envy of less
fortunate regions in the Great Basin;
but the Crawling Stone is not a river’
to gave quiet title to one acre of its
own making. The toil of its centuries
spreads beautifully green, under the
*June skies, and the unsuspecting set-
tler, lulled into security by many
years of the river’s repose, settles on
its level bench land and lays out his
long lines of possession; but the Sioux
will tell you in their own talk that this
man is but a tenant a.t will; that in
another time and at another place the
stranger will inherit his fields; and
that the Crawling Stone always comes
baek for its own.
The winter had been an unusual one
even in a land of winters. The sea-
son’s fall of snow had not been above
an average, but it had fallen in the
spring and had been followed bv ex-
Du Sang now looked sharply at him,
and Smith looked at his cigar. Others
were playing around the semi-circular
table—it might mean nothing. Du
Sang waited. Smith lifted his right
hand from the table and felt in his
waistcoat for a match. Du Sang, how-
ever, made no effort to take up the
dice. He watched Whispering Smith
scratch a match on the table, and,
either because it failed to light or
through design, it was scratched the
second time on the table, marking a
c»oss between the two dice.
The meanest negro in the joint
would not have stood that, yet Du
Sang hesitated. Whispering Smith,
mildly surprised, looked up. “Hello,
Pearline! You shooting here?” He
pushed the dice back toward the out-
law. “Shoot again!”
Du Sang, scowling,
dice and threw badly.
“Up jump the devil, is it? Snoot
again!” And, pushing back the dice,
Smith moved closer to Du Sang. The
two men touched arms. Du Sang,
threatened in a way wholly new to
him, waited like a snake braved by a
mysterious enemy. His eyes blinked
like a cadger's. He caught up the
dice and threw. “Is that the best you
can do?” asked Smith. “See here!”
He took up the dice. “Shoot with me!”
Smith threw the dice up the table to-
ward Du Sang. Once he threw craps,
but, reaching directly in front of Du
Sang, he picked the dice up and threw
eleven. “Shoot with me, Du Sang.”
“What’s your game?” snapped Du
Sang, with an oath.
•“What do you care, if I’ve got the
coin? I’ll throw you for $20 gold
pieces.” ,
Du Sang’s eyes glittered. Unable to
understand the reason for the affront,
he stood like a cat waiting to spring.
“This is my game!” he snarled.
“Then play it.”
“Look here, what do you want?” he
demanded, angrily.
Smith stepped closer. “Any game
you’ve got. I’ll throw you left-handed,
Du Sang.” With his right hand he
snapped the dice under Du Sang’s nose
and looked squarely into his eyes.
“Got any Sugar Buttes money?”
Du tsang for an instant loofcea keen-
ly back; his eyes contracted in that
time to a mere narrow slit; then, sud-
den as thought, he sprang back into
the corner. Kennedy, directly across
the table, watched the lightning-like
move. For the first time the crap-
dealer looked impatiently up.
It was a showdown. No one watch-
ing the two men under the window
breathed for a moment. Whispering
Smith, motionless, only watched the
half-closed eyes. “You can’t shoot
craps,” he said, coldly,
you shoot, Pearling?
a man on horseback.”
Du Sang knew he must try for a
quick kill or make a retreat,
took in the field at a glance.
nedy’s teeth gleamed only ten feet
away, and with his right hand half
under his coat lapel he toyed with his
watch-chain. McCloud had moved in,
from the slot machine and stood at
the point of the table, looking at Du
Sang and laughing at him. Whisper-
ing Smith threw off all pretense.
“Take your hand away from your gun,
“So every one says.”
“Who is every one?”
“Cousin Lance, Mr. Sinclair—all the
men. I heard that a week ago.”
“Dicksie, don’t believe it. You don’t
know these railroad men. They under-
stand this kind of thing; cattlemen,
you know, don’t. If you will go with
me we can get help. I feel just as
sure that those men can control the
river as I do that I am looking at you
—that is, if anybody can. The question
is do you want to make the effort?”
They talked until they left -the
horses and entered the house. When
they sat down, Dicksie put her hands
to her face. “Qh, I wish you had said
nothing about it! How can I go to
} him and ask for help now—after Cons-
Jin Lance has gone into court about the
line and everything? And of course
my name is in it all.”
“Dicksie, don’t raise specters thai
have nothing to do with the case. Il
!we go to him and ask him for help h«
will give it to us if he can; if he
(can’t, what harm is done? He has
been up and down the river for three
(weeks, and he has an army of men
camped over by the bridge. I know
that, because Mr. Smith rode in from
(there a few days ago.”
The world’s ears are ever open to
stories of what is termed pluck. Even
If it be as intimated, that we have all
i
gone mad in the wild race ror the
almighty dollar, we still have time t<j
stop and listen when a deed of valor
Is being related and, what is better,
we have not forgotten how to be gen-
erous in approval when confronted with
an action that possesses the elements
of nobility. All this is a prelude to a
little story that developed a few days
since on one of Galveston’s busiest
thoroughfares.
Two gentlemen were walking down
town in the morning on the way
their offices when one happened to
tice a lad of about 12 or 14 years draw-
ing a little wagon in which were
loaded a number of curiously shaped
articles made of wood. The youth was
barefooted but neatly dressed, alert
and whistling. Noting the apparent in-
terest of the gentleman who was
watching him, the lad drew his vehicle
up to the curbing and looked up into
the face of the gentleman as if invit-
ing a question. On being asked what
his wagon contained he promptly re-
plied that they were ironing boards for
shirtwaist sleeves and that he had
them for sale for two bits,
gentleman wish to purchase one?
Asked if he would deliver the article
if purchased, he promptly replied that
he would. Yes, he made them himself,
and, picking up one of the articles ne
began to demonstrate how it worked
and what a convenience it would
to be to the lady who used it.
was made and the young business man
turned to the second gentleman, who
had be&i quietly watching the little
play, and inquired if he also did not
wish to invest.
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