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Show Bound to Make Good. The well-dressed stranger stepped into the drug store and, passing bj the boy who usually attended to casual customers, approached the proprietor, who was arranging some goods in th show case. "Mr. C , I presume?" he remarked, re-marked, pleasantly, and the druggist turned and bowed gravely. "I hav( heard my friend, Mr. Quorn, speak ol you often," said the brisk man. "H told nie if ever I needed anything in this line to come to you. He spoke oi you as a man on whom one could rely with perfect confidence, who had onlj the best of evrything and with whom it was always a pleasure to deal." "Mr. Quorn is very kind," answered the other, beaming with gratification. "He is one of by best customers. Whal can I do for you this morning?" "Well er this morning, as it happens," hap-pens," said the stranger, with just a little briskness, "this morning I should like, if you will allow me, to consull your directory." "Certainly," was the calm reply. "We also have a good selection of one and two-cent stamps as well as railway time tables, If you need anything oi that kind." |