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Show HORN WAS PLAINLY APPARENT. Chlcagoan Had Not Been Close Enough to Perceive It. Ho was an nuto'moblllst of genial nature, and he had been lunching rather freely. Ho camo down Broad-way Broad-way In a green touring car and dash-cd dash-cd up to tho Astor Hotel cntranco at a sweeping pace. His car camo to a stop there with a sudden jerk, ' six Inches from a corpulont mombor of tho Chicago delegation to a recent conference, who wns crossing tho street to tho hotel. A snort of tho green car's horn marked tho approach to tho Chlcagoan and the sudden stop. Tho rotund delegates spun around with a jump nnd looked ns though he wero threatened with apoplexy. "What tho dickens do you menn, sir, by nearly running mo down?" ho demanded furiously. "Moan? Mean?" cried the automo- 'H blllst, coming up to tho other, whllo a dozen delegates looked on. "What do you mean yourself by asking mo Impertinent questions, sir? Haven't you got cars didn't you hear my horn?" A distinct suggestion of tho wine cup floated on the air as tho chauffeur approached, nnd It was plain that lunch had been of a generous nature. Tho Chlcagoan smiled. "No, sir," said he, "I did not hear 1 your horn, but I smell It now." Now York World. |