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"There is no grill room," he answered. "What would you like?" "Oh, some sort of eggs," I said, "and " The clerk reached down below his desk and handed me a hard-boiled egg with the shell off. "Here's your egg," he said. "And there's ice water there at the end of the desk." He sat back in his chair and went on reading. "You don't understand," said Mr Narrowpath, who still stood at my elbow.
"Yet it seems almost a pity," I said, "that with all this beer and whisky around an unregenerate sinner like myself should be prohibited from getting a drink." "A drink!" exclaimed Mr. Narrowpath. "Well, I should say so. Come right in here. You can have anything you want." We stepped through a street door into a large, long room. "Why," I exclaimed in surprise, "this is a bar!"
Miss Sniggins will you please witness this so help you God how's everything in Montreal good morning." "Pretty quick, wasn't it?" said Mr. Narrowpath, as we stood in the street again. "Wonderful!" I said, feeling almost dazed. "Why, I shall be able to catch the morning train back again to Montreal " "Precisely. Just what everybody finds. Business done in no time.
Narrowpath," I said, "would you mind telling me something? I fear I am a little confused, after what I have seen here, as to what your new legislation has been. You have not then, I understand, prohibited the making of whisky?" "Oh, no, we see no harm in that." "Nor the sale of it?" "Certainly not," said Mr. Narrowpath, "not if sold properly." "Nor the drinking of it?" "Oh, no, that least of all.
But my new friend, who stood at my elbow, came to my rescue. "Take his bags," he said, "you've got to. You know the by-law. Take it or I'll call a policeman. You know me. My name's Narrowpath. I'm on the council." The man touched his hat and took the bag with a murmured apology. "Come along," said my companion, whom I now perceived to be a person of dignity and civic importance.
Come along, I'll go with you. I've always a great liking for attending to other people's business." "I see you have," I said. "It's our way here," said Mr. Narrowpath with a wave of his hand. "Every man's business, as we see it, is everybody else's business. Come along, you'll be surprised how quickly your business will be done." Mr. Narrowpath was right.
Narrowpath," he continued, speaking with the deference due to a member of the City Council, "to boom Toronto as a Whisky Centre." "Quite right, quite right!" said my companion, rubbing his hands. "And now, professor," added the publisher, speaking with rapidity, "your contract is all here only needs signing. I won't keep you more than a moment write your name here.
"But I thought," I interrupted, much puzzled, "that whisky was prohibited here since last September?" "Export whisky export, my dear sir," corrected Mr. Narrowpath. "We don't interfere, we have never, so far as I know, proposed to interfere with any man's right to make and export whisky. That, sir, is a plain matter of business; morality doesn't enter into it." "I see," I answered.
Surely, those look like barrels of whisky!" "So they are," said Mr. Narrowpath proudly. "Export whisky. Fine sight, isn't it? Must be what? twenty twenty-five loads of it. This place, sir, mark my words, is going to prove, with its new energy and enterprise, one of the greatest seats of the distillery business, in fact, the whisky capital of the North "
"Sing?" said Mr Narrowpath. "They can't help it. They haven't had a drink of whisky for four months." A coal cart went by with a driver, no longer grimy and smudged, but neatly dressed with a high white collar and a white silk tie. My companion pointed at him as he passed. "Hasn't had a glass of beer for four months," he said. "Notice the difference. That man's work is now a pleasure to him.
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