"They sometimes approach too closely,
but I am used to the imps and scarcely notice them. Ah! there are
some of my old friends now! Well, it is time they knew that a
change has taken place in my fortunes. Hi, there! Hands up and
catch this, and this, and this!" he shouted. "But keep quiet about
it or next year you will get pennies again."
And flinging quarters right and left, he smiled in such a pompous,
self-satisfied way at the hurrah and scramble which ensued, that it
was well worth my journey there just to see this exhibition of
combined vanity and good humor.
"Now go!" he vociferated; and the urchins, black and white, flew
away, flinging up their heels in delight and shouting: "Bully for you,
Uncle David! We'll come again next year, not for twenty-fives but
fifties."
"I will make it dollars if I only live so long," he muttered. And
deigning now to remember the question I had put to him, he grandly
remarked:
"I am going straight into town. Can I do anything for you?"
"Nothing. I thought you might like to know what awaits you there.
The city is greatly stirred up. The coroner's jury in the
Jeffrey-Moore case has just brought in a verdict to the effect that
suicide has not been proved. Naturally, this is equivalent to one
of murder.
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