Bob Younger's Fate — page 94: what you’re looking at

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BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. 85 A meerschaum pipe, from which issued a lazy stream of smoke, decorated his mouth, while a pack of tin utensils adorned his ample back. | ‘The woman’s eye fell upon him carelessly 1 in an incomprehensive glance, and then took in points of greater interest farther on. © Not so with the German. At the first look he al- most dropped his pack, under the influence of some emotion. “By shiminy crickets, vat a handsome vomans dot vos,’”? he muttered, in admiration. ‘“Shust like mine Katrina, plump enough, big enough, leedle enough. Ach, mine lady! I dink I shall keep.you in mine vision.’’ He seemed now to have settled upon his course. Crossing the street, he meandered slowly on his | way, now glancing vacantly at the signs overhead, now peering into the show windows, but not losing sieht ofthe beautiful lady for one moment. Finally she disappeared in a store, and the Ger- man suddenly discovered that his pipe needed re- plenishing. Placing his pack upon the sidewalk, he very deliberately drew a pouch of tobacco from his pocket. ‘‘Mine pipe goes out mit itselluf too often. I haf some notions of trowing it away; it begins to schmell so strong. Now, my leedle match, vare vas you? Ach, dot vas a bad von; let us try anoder times.”’ Half a dozen matches were sacrificed before a satisfactory light was produced; then, taking a dozen puffs with the utmost satisfaction, he began to examine his utensils, whisking off imaginary parti- cles of dust here, and putting a refractory pan under subjection there. By this time the lady had again appeared on the Gomicbooks.co mM: