The Argosy, Vol. 75, No. 4 — page 244: what you’re looking at

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fl Pouble f , aig "f ie Frank X. Finnegan —= ENVER JIMMIE,” on a bench in the park, was cast down. His countenance, at no time with the joy of living, sagged under the dolor of his mind, and he glowered out at the waving trees and scolding sparrows with un- accustomed vigor. . Hoban, espying him from. afar, paused to marvel at the glory of Jim- mie’s attire—the creased trousers, the tailored symmetry of his shoulders, the gleam of his fancy waistcoat in the sunshine — before drawing near. He looked like Denver Jimmie, _ this spruce, well-dressed specimen, frown- ing at a sunlit world, and still— ‘Hoban took a turn around in one of the winding walks of the park that brought him to a spot where he could get a close view of the familiar pro- file. It was his old companion without a doubt, and he walked briskly to greet him. “Hello, Jimmie,’ he hailed, did you grab the front?’ Jimmie looked up, managed to smile a greeting, and lost it in a sigh as he glanced down at his clothing. He moved over and made way for Hoban on the bench. “T gathered this in on my way,” radiant drooped and * where he 946 Jimmie. said, that. wish I’d left this set of scenery hang- “and I ain’t so batty about it at Lookin’ back at it now, I sort of in’ where I saw it, Hobe. I never was strong for this fashion-plate stuff.” Hoban looked him over ee ‘Well, there’s no use knockin’ it, he commented ; “ you sure have the es tor the goods when you go collecting, That’s as nifty a lookin’ lay- out “as “I’ve seen on you in many moons. How does all this happen?’ ‘It was‘a kind of an accident, in a way, Hobe,” said Jimmie, clasping his hands behind his head on the back of the bench and looking up into a tree; didn’t go out lookin’ for this suit of clothes knowin’ where I could get it, or anything like that. I just hap- pened on it while [ was busy with somethin’ else. “You know Bill Keller — what a hend he is for readin’ the newspapers. The other afternoon him and me are restin’ here in the park, and he’s_plow- in’ through the society news. I don’t know whether Bill expects some day to see where one of his old girls got mar- ried to a duke or whether he’s lookin’ for one of them ‘ come-home-and-all- will-be-forgiven’ gags in the agony column, but he’s certainly there with the newspapers between meals. Gomichoo (C©)