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142 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. yi ‘‘T don’t mind tellin’ you. I’m agoin’ to igen oe ‘Indeed! Quite a distance to travel.” “Yes, but that’s what I want. You see I’ve lived on a farm allus; I ’spect you know that from sa ‘pearance; and dad says t’other day, says dad, ‘Simeon, you’ve stayed to home and worked purty hard this year; how would you like to take a trip? How would you like to go to Chicago?’ Gosh! who wouldn’t like to go to Chicago? Sol packed upa lunch in this here basket, put on my best clothes,”’’ looking with no little pride at the faded and ill-fit- ting suit he wore, ‘‘and here I am. What’s more, I’m goin’ to stay two hull days in the city, and see ’ the intire business. I’ve got ten dollars besides my ticket,’’ and he slapped his pocket with great gusto. The clergyman looked with much interest at this ~ pardonable display of enthusiasm. ‘‘So this is your first visit to the Windy City?”’ “The what city, did you say?’’ inquired the coun- tryman, in some alarm. ‘*‘Not the Windy City?’’ “To be sure. That is what they call it.’’ “Ef that’s the case,’ said the. other, looking around for his basket in manifest fear, ‘‘ef that’s the case, why, I don’t go there. No cyclones or hur- ricanes for me, if you please !’’ “Oh, you misunderstand me altogether,’’ the min- ister remarked, smiling in spite of himself. ‘‘Chi- cago is no more subject to storms than your own ‘country home, doubtless; although, of course, the _lake breeze is sometimes rather lively. That is why eople give it that name.’’ “Sho! is that all. I was,raally beginnin’ to be skeered from the way you was talkin’. Air you goin’ there?’’ ‘Possibly. If some friends I expect to meet me at S—— are not there, I shall be obliged to go on to Chicago.’’ ‘“You’ve traveled a heap, I reckon ?’’ “Yes, considerably,” with a complacent look in his reverend countenance. ‘‘My business has com- _ pelled me to go many a mile.’’ ‘*Preacher, I reckon?’’ ie “A good guess. How did you know?’’ f cS (E(@) m (eoy payel exeye)