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A new community worships material things; and if it pays tribute to an idea, it must be that idea which appeals quickest to the eye to the commoner senses. And in this Chicago is no worse than other raw cities. Fifty years from now " "Who wants to live fifty years in this miserable world?" McGlenn broke in.
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.
McGlenn looked serenely at him. "Have you devoured your usual quota of pickles? If so, writhe in your misery until I have dined." "I writhe, not with what I have eaten, but at what I see. Is there a more distressing sight than an epicure or a gourmand, rather with a ragged purse?" "Oh, yes; a stuffer, a glutton without a purse." Richmond laughed.
"He is positively restful." "Until he wants a drink," Mortimer replied, "and then he is restless. Well, I must follow his example of withdrawal, if not his precept of appetite. I am pleased to have met you, Mr. Witherspoon, and I hope to see you often." "I think you shall, as I intend to make this my resting-place." "There is another character," said McGlenn, referring to Mortimer.
"Yes," said Richmond, "but if I were no more complimentary than you are truthful, I should have a slam for everybody." "Oh, ho, ho, no," McGlenn cried, and Richmond shouted: "Oh, I have been robbed." Henry looked about for the cause of this commotion and saw a smiling man, portly and impressive, coming toward them with a dignified mince in his walk. And Mr.
The conversation took a serious turn, and Richmond flooded it with his learning. His voice was low and his manner modest a great man who in the game of human affairs played below the limit of his abilities. McGlenn roused himself. When emphatic, he had a way of turning out his thumb and slowly hammering his knee with his fist.
When he caught sight of the boy coming with the tray, a peculiar light, such as painters give the face of Hope, illumined his countenance, and clasping his hands, he unctuously greeted himself. "Mr. Flummers," said McGlenn, "we all love you." "Oh, no." "Yes; it is disreputable, but we love you. It was a long time before I discovered your beauties.
"If he knows all about dogs," Henry replied, "he must be well acquainted with some of the most prominent traits of man." "I am not talking much to-day," said Whittlesy, ducking his head. "I went fooling round the Board of Trade yesterday; and they got me, and they got me good." "How much did they catch you for, Whit?" McGlenn asked. "I won't say, but they got me, and got me good, but never mind.
"John, you cry out for thought, and are the first to strike at it with your dogmatism. You don't think you dogmatize." McGlenn turned to Henry. "I had two delightful days last week. John Richmond was out of town." "Yes," said Richmond, putting his feet on a chair. "Falsehood gallops in riotous pleasure when Truth is absent. Hold on!
Henry reached over and shook hands with him. "I like that," said he, "and let me assure you that you have in one sentence made me feel that I really belong here, not because I am particularly modest, but because your sentiments are my own. I am not a rich man, but even if I were I should prefer this group to the hyphenated" "Fools," McGlenn suggested.
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