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Show I ARTIE If HU Adventure ! 1 Lsve.Ula one th Pursuit ; of Happlneu I By GEORGE APE ! ' tmBMMa aa a " . ' I " Artie TelU tho Stranger Whl It What and Why AS aRTIB came in he n stranger eated near Miller! desk. The stranger wa rather well dressed, although hU garmenU were not of the latest cut He had a good tan color In his ace, and for that and some other reasons which he could not have explained to himself, Artie knew that the stranger was merely a visitor to Chicago. "Oh, Artie," said Miller, "I want yon to meet my cousin, Walter Miller, i He . . .1 ji a. 1I'nltAa iti fa) Sus you do. t ain't roasting n man 'cause he's from the country. Ion go along the Drive and see all o' them swell Joints where the fat boys with rosy complexions hang out Well, them boys all come In from the country, but they had sense enough to saw wood and plant a little coin when It begin to come easy. I'm tellln you, the worst suckers you'll find Is some o these city people that know It all to begin with. You can make book that them boys'll be workin' on bum salaries when they're gray-headed, and what's more, they'll be working for some Beub that come Into town wear-In' wear-In' hand-me-downs." "Well, I suppose folks out In the country do give the city people too much credit for being smart," said the visitor. - "Ob, we've got 'em smart enough, all right all right but. I'm tellln' you about the cheap ones. Your a stran-ger stran-ger here and you see some guy g'ln along State street puttln' on a horrible hor-rible front tryln' to kill women right and left, and you say, 'Uully gee, 1 Uvea In my old town. Walter, this ia Mr. Blanchard, Artie Blanchard." "He was Just speaking about you." mid the cousin, with an amiable but rather embarrassed smile. "Did he gl' me the worst of It?" Inquired In-quired Artie. "I s'pose he did. He's on to the story of my past life." "No," said Miller, "1 was Just telling tell-ing him that If he wanted to know anything about Chicago you were the tnan that could tell hlra. "Well, that's a good send-off. What are yon doln't Passln me off as one the sights o the town? I s'pose you told him that every visitor to Chicago Chi-cago eSht to see Lincoln park, the wonder who that case o' swell Is, young Marshall Field or one o'.the McCormlcksr Well. say. It's a ten to one shot that all thut that fellows got in the world he's got right with blm, and at that It ain't no cinch he's wearln underclothes. You don't know mebbe that guy can't siell through the first reader. Any old farmer with one o them bunches on bis chin could buy him up snd a hundred more like him. Well, he's Just the kind of a counterfeit that'd go out In the country coun-try and ploy himself off as the real boy because he lives In the city. Now, don't you fool yourself for a minute, i Mmm7 f teste ' '"'TO . f if lf: -You See Some Cuy Puttltf en Horrible Front" stockyards, the skyscrapers and Artie Blanchard, and then buy box o candy for the loved ones at home." "No, but I told him you were Just a good a a guide-book." . Mr. Miller. Take my tip. We've got Just os many suckers up here as you've got down your way." "I think you're right about that," said Miller, who had been listening. "Better. I can put him next to thing that ain't in the guide-book. Come over here next to the window where there' a draft, Mr. Miller. You might as well take the air freely. That' the only thing in Chicago that you'll get for nothtu'." "I believe you're about right" remarked re-marked the eousln, a he moved over to a place near the window. "Coming up the street this morning I wanted a glass of water, and I finally had to go and buy it" . "Is this the first time you've been op against the townt" "No, I was here a week the time of the circus, but I didn't get Tnto this part of town mnch." "Well, what do yon think of It as far as you've got? Warm town, eh?" "Yes, Indeed ; wonderful. I always feel rather lost when I get In the crowds." ' ' ' j "I s'pose It is that way for a day or two, but you'd soon get used to It" "I don't believe I would. There ore too many people here. I'm afraid I'd never get along In Chicago." "You want to get over that in a hurry. Of course there' an awful push In the streets here any day, and I 'pose when you first get la you kind o' feel that you're up against a lot o' wise city mugs and that they must be party fly because they live right here in town. I've had people tell me that's the way they felt at "You know It Take them mashers along State street Can you beat 'em anywheref Then a little farther south you'll see them stranded boys, goln' around on their uppers and llvln' on frosted chocolates. They'd sooner stand around In town and starve to death than get out somewhere and make a stand for the coin. Any one o' them vags thinks he's too good to go out In the country or to some little towu aud live decent" "It's tough down that way. I ! walked up through there this morning," morn-ing," said the visiting Miller. "You can get any kind of a game you want down there, but you're safe If you don't go buntin for trouble. Any man that keeps hot-footln' right along and says nothln' to nobody Is all right Of course, when ene of these new boys conies In and hunts up a speak-easy and says he' got money to burn, there's always some handy man right there to give him a match. When that kind of a mark comes in they get out the bottle o' knockout drops and get ready to do business. A man like you, Mr. Miller, won't have no trouble here. And for goodness sake, don't think you're up against anything great when you're mlnglln' with Chicago people. When you come to know the town It's as common as plowed ground. I know a good show Ml take you to tonight" (by Gtor Ad. first but it didn't take 'era long to find out there's Just as many pin-heads, pin-heads, on State street as you'll. find anywhere out In the woods." "Oh, I suppose a man would learn about the city In a little while?" "Cert It ain't where a man's born or where he was raised that put him in any class. It's whether he's got anything under his hat I seen too many o' these boys kind o' Jump In from the country and make a lot o city boys look like rabbits. But If he comes canterln Into town to be a dead game sport and set a pace for ad the boys, w'y, he don't last It' a small town, but It's too big for any one boy to come In from the country and scare It Them sporty boys don't last They get In with a lot o' cheap skates and chase around at nights and think they're the real thing, and then In a couple o' moons they go back home tnd leave all their stuff In hwk. They think they're fly," but they ain't? "I know some that have done that very thing." |