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All three made their way to the establishment of Barwell & Cameron, and then Henry Davis was introduced under that name to a clerk. As soon as Foxy had departed the slick-looking individual turned to the clerk and called the old farmer forward. "This is my esteemed friend, Mr. Josiah Bean, of Haydown Center. He has business with Mr. Cameron, I believe."
A slick-looking fellow like you can skylark around as he pleases and don't need to have time for the overworked, tired-out ones like me." "Madam, I never dreamed " "Dreamed! Phonzie, I I've got no shame if I tell you, but, God! how many nights I I've lain right here on this couch dreaming of of " "Well?" "Of you and me, Phonzie, hitting it off together." "Madam!"
"Say, you, give me my money!" Such were Josiah Bean's words, as he rushed up to Henry Davis and grabbed the swindler by the shoulder. The slick-looking individual was thoroughly startled, for he had not dreamed that the countryman would get on his track so soon. He turned and looked at the man and also at Joe, and his face fell. "Wha what are you talking about?" he stammered.
He's that slick-looking, little fat fellow that's a cousin to Mamie Grant up in the ready-to-wears. He was down here talking to me the other day." "I seen him." "Gee! you ought to feel yourself in his Mercury Six. 'Lemme die, I says to him the last time I was in it.
Looking ahead, Joe saw Josiah Bean and the slick-looking individual moving down the street and without realizing it, our hero began to follow the pair. "He must be some friend," said our hero to himself. He wondered where they were going and his curiosity getting the better of him he continued to follow them for half a dozen blocks.
In the meantime Josiah Bean and the slick-looking individual turned into Broad street and made their way to a certain establishment known as the Eagle's Club. Here Henry Davis called another man aside. "Say, Foxy, do you know anybody down to Barwell & Cameron's?" he asked, in a low tone, so that the old farmer could not hear. "Yes a clerk named Chase." "Then come down and introduce me."
The slick-looking individual had listened attentively to all that passed between our hero and the farmer. He waited until the latter had procured his drink of water and then rushed up with a smile on his face. "I declare!" he exclaimed. "How do you do?" And he extended his hand. "How do you do?" repeated the farmer, shaking hands slowly.
I love to meet old friends," continued Henry Davis. In the end the old farmer was persuaded to walk into the smoking car and here the slick-looking individual found a corner seat where they would be undisturbed. "I expect to spend a week or more in Philadelphia, Mr. Bean," said the stranger; "if I can be of service to you during that time, command me." "Well, perhaps ye can be of service to me.
But after I proved who I was the folks were pretty well ashamed of themselves," went on Henry Davis, smoothly. So the talk ran on and at the end of half an hour the old farmer and the slick-looking individual were on exceedingly friendly terms. Henry Davis asked much about the old man and gathered in a good stock of information.
When working in one spot for some time the fishes seem to become used to one, and approach quite closely. Slick-looking pollock, bloated lump-fish, and occasionally a sombre dog-fish rolls by, giving one a start, as the memory of pictures of battles between divers and sharks of tropical waters comes to mind. One's mental impressions made thus are somewhat disconnected.
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