Lonesome Town

Lonesome Town

me officer, who presumedly had been nicknamed after Adonis by the Force, nodded understandingly. "Ain't the trouble with your expectations, now? Would you be likely to hear of those times-of-lives, if they was the regular thing?" "But we're not looking for the regular thing. And why not expect? Don't you get what you go after? You, for instance--I should think you'd expect the limit that kind Fate could give. If I looked like you----" There was a sincerity of admiration in Pape's lanky shrug and lapsing sigh such as "'Donis" Moore evidently wasn't fortified to resist. He turned his dark eyes and fine-cut profile to a more detailed study of his by-proxy charge. Pape pursued the advantage. "Sound looking critter you're forking, officer. What you call him?" "Hylan is his name--Traffic 'B.'" "That's a new horse alias to me. Dot here does a polka when persuaded right. If Highland, now, does a fling, we might join them in a 'brother' act and put them on the stage." "You'll

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