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Show The Cabman's Bait. The young man walked by the hansom drawn up in front of an uptown hotel, took a quick look at the interior of the vehicle, hesitated for a moment, mo-ment, and walked on a few paces, relates the Mail and Express. He halted on the edge of the curb and seemed to be considering some deep problem. The driver, perched on the back of the modern chariot, was scanning the horizon in search of a prospective fare. The young man gulped down a swelling in his throat and approached the hansom from the rear. He took another glance at the interior of the vehicle ve-hicle and asked nervously: "How much to er the Grand Cetral depot?" "Dollar 'n a half," said cabby, with due disregard disre-gard of leal rates. "All right. Go ahead, quick," said the young man, clambering into the hansom. Arriving at the depot the young man nervously thrust the fare into cabby's hand and disappeared in the big waiting room. And cabby surveyed the interior of the hansom and smiled. From one of the capacious pockets of his coat he produced a cheap wallet stuffed with paper and bound by a stout elastic. This he deposited de-posited carefully upon the seat in plain view of passers-by. "That's the fourth sucker today," he soliloquized, as he clambered to his perch. "The pocketbooks cost me a nickel apiece an it's considerable trouble to stuff 'em and make 'em look natural but they do bring trade. Geddap!" |