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"Now you place your feet on inconsistent and slippery ground, Mr. Flummers. Remember that in order to hold our love you must not surprise us." "But I can't drink now; I have just had something to eat." "Beware, Mr. Flummers. Inconsiderate eating caused a great general to lose a battle, and now you are in danger.
"Have you identified Brooks?" some one else cried, and a roar followed. For a moment Flummers stood smiling at this raillery; then suddenly, and as though he would shut out a humiliating scene, he pressed his hands across his eyes.
Fame reached down and snatched him up, and the blue light of his flambeau played about him. "Pessimist as he is" Flummers was holding forth among the night reporters at the central station "Pessimist as he is, and a skeptic though he may be, papa goes through this life with his eyes open.
"I despise him." "I thought so. As the French say, whom does it benefit?" They looked at each other, but said nothing. There could be no mistake as to who was benefited. After a time Henry remarked: "I see that Flummers has gone to Omaha to identify a suspect." "He did go, but I heard some of the boys say that he returned this morning. Is your work all done for to-day?" "Yes, about all."
All right, John," he said in a louder tone, "I'm with you." When they entered the office of the Press Club, a forensic voice, followed by laughter, bore to them the intelligence that Mr. Flummers was in the front room, declaiming his recent adventures.
He shook hands with Henry, looked at him a moment and asked: "Are you going to run a newspaper with all those old geysers you've got over there?" The new member winced. "Don't pay any attention to Flummers," John Richmond said. "Oh, yes," Flummers insisted. "You see, I know all those fellows. Some of them were worn out ten years ago but say, are you paying anything over there?"
"Yes, made of the fine-spun strands of weaknesses, Mr. Flummers. It is better to be a joss of pleasing indiscretion than to be a man of great strength, for the joss has no enemies, but sooner or later the strong man must be overthrown by the hoard of weaklings that envy has set against him. Do you desire something to drink, Mr. Flummers?" "No."
"He made his flush," said Whittlesy. Flummers did not look at him. "I went immediately to the jail, where one of the rank and file of the Kittymunkses was confined; and say, you ought to have seen the poor, miserable, bug-bitten wretch they stood up in front of me.
Flummers was introduced with half-humorous ceremony. He had rather a pleasant expression of countenance, and men who were well acquainted with him said that he had, though not so long of arm, an extensive reach for whisky. He was of impressive size, with a sort of Napoleonic head; and when hot on the trail of a drink, his voice held a most unctuous solicitude.
The old-timers said, 'Let us doze, but I commanded, 'Wake up here now, and get a move on you, and they had to wake up. But they formulated a conspiracy against me, and I was removed." "How were you removed, Mr. Flummers?" McGlenn asked. "Oh, a petition, signed by a thousand sleepy citizens, was sent down here to my managing editor, and I was requested to come away.
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