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In vain Young Dick whistled up through the unscreened, open s Ti Dick wasted little wind in the whistling He was debating on possible adjacent places where Tiht be, when Ti a lidless lard-can that foarunted with equal roughness, just as if, a brief space before, he had not, in most lordly fashion, ters of an i ate in the slightest the gruffness of his grunt

"Ain't seen yeh since yer old an co Dick's retort "Say, Tim, I come to see you on business"

"Wait till I rush the beer to the oldthe state of the foam in the lard-can with an experienced eye "He'll roar his head off if it co Dick assured hiht Want to co?"

Tim's small, blue Irish eyes flashed with interest

"Where to?" he queried

"Don't know Want to come? If you do, we can talk it over after we start? You know the ropes What d'ye say?"

"The old man'll beat the stuffin' outa me," Tim demurred

"He's done that before, an' you don't see Dick callously rejoined "Say the word, an' we'll ht What d'ye say? I'll be there"

"Supposin' I don't show up?" Ti Dick turned as if to depart, paused casually, and said over his shoulder, "Better co"

Tim shook up the beer as he answered with equal casualness, "Aw right I'll be there"

After parting fro up one, Marcovich, a Slavonian schoolmate whose father ran a chop-house in which was reputed to be served the finest twenty-centDick two dollars, and Young Dick accepted the payment of a dollar and forty cents as full quittance of the debt

Also, with shyness and perturbation, Young Dick wandered down Montgoraced that thoroughfare At last, diving desperately into one, he old watch that he kneorth fifty at the very least