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sock embroidered with russet lilies of the valley when
you improperly drew up your trousers as you
sat down。 There are always plain ones to be had
in the stores。 Have I hurt your feelings； Emer…
son？〃
〃Double the ante！〃 cried the criticised one； greed…
ily。 〃Give me more of it。 There's a way to tote
the haberdashery； and I want to get wise to it。 Say；
you're the right kind of a swell。 Anything else to the
queer about me？〃
〃Your tie；〃 said Vuyning； 〃is tied with absolute
precision and correctness。〃
〃Thanks；〃 gratefully 〃I spent over half an
hour at it before I 〃
〃Thereby；〃 interrupted Vuyning； 〃completing
your resemblance to a dummy in a Broadway store
window。〃
〃Yours truly；〃 said Emerson； sitting down again。
〃It's bully of you to put me wise。 I knew there
was something wrong； but I couldn't just put my
finger on it。 I guess it comes by nature to know how
to wear clothes。〃
〃Oh； I suppose；〃 said Vuyning； with a laugh；
〃that my ancestors picked up the knack while they
were peddling clothes from house to house a couple
of hundred years ago。 I'm told they did that。〃
〃And mine；〃 said Emerson； cheerfully； 〃were
making their visits at night； I guess； and didn't have
a chance to catch on to the correct styles。〃
〃I tell you what；〃 said Vuyning； whose ennui had
taken wings； 〃I'll take you to my tailor。 He'll
eliminate the mark of the beast from your exterior。
That is； if you care to go any further in the way of
expense。〃
〃Play 'em to the ceiling；〃 said Emerson； with a
boyish smile of joy。 〃I've got a roll as big around
as a barrel of black…eyed peas and as loose as the
wrapper of a two…for…fiver。 I don't mind telling you
that I was not touring among the Antipodes when
the burglar…proof safe of the Farmers' National Bank
of Butterville； Ia。； flew open some moonless nights
ago to the tune of 16；000。〃
〃Aren't you afraid；〃 asked Vuyning； 〃that I'll
call a cop and hand you over？〃
〃You tell me；〃 said Emerson； coolly； 〃why I
didn't keep them。〃
He laid Vuyning's pocketbook and watch the
Vuyning 100…year…old family watch on the table。
〃Man；〃 said Vuyning； revelling； 〃did you ever
hear the tale Kirk tells about the six…pound trout
and the old fisherman？〃
〃Seems not；〃 said Emerson； politely。 〃I'd
like to。〃
〃But you won't；〃 said Vuyning。 〃I've heard it
scores of times。 That's why I won't tell you。 I was
just thinking how much better this is than a club。
Now； shall we go to my tailor？〃
〃Boys； and elderly gents；〃 said Vuyning； five days
later at his club； standing up against the window
where his coterie was gathered； and keeping out the
breeze； 〃a friend of mine from the West will dine
at our table this evening。〃
〃Will he ask if we have heard the latest from
Denver？〃 said a member； squirming in his chair。
〃Will he mention the new twenty…three…story Ma…
sonic Temple； in Quincy； Ill。？〃 inquired another；
dropping his nose…glasses。
〃Will he spring one of those Western Mississippi
River catfish stories； in which they use yearling
calves for bait？〃 demanded Kirk； fiercely。
〃Be comforted；〃 said Vuyning。 〃He has none of
the little vices。 He is a burglar and safe…blower；
and a pal of mine。〃
〃Oh； Mary Ann！〃 said they。 〃Must you always
adorn every statement with your alleged humor？〃
It came to pass that at eight in the evening a calm；
smooth； brilliant； affable man sat at Vuyning's right
hand during dinner。 And when the ones who pass
their lives in city streets spoke of skyscrapers or of
the little Czar on his far； frozen throne； or of insig…
nificant fish from inconsequential streams； this big；
deep…chested man； faultlessly clothed； and eyed like
an Emperor； disposed of their Lilliputian chatter
with a wink of his eyelash。
And then he painted for them with hard； broad
strokes a marvellous lingual panorama of the West。
He stacked snow…topped mountains on the table；
freezing the hot dishes of the waiting diners。 With
a wave of his hand he swept the clubhouse into a
pine…crowned gorge； turning the waiters into a grim
posse； and each listener into a blood…stained fugitive；
climbing with torn fingers upon the ensanguined
rocks。 He touched the table and spake； and the five
panted as they gazed on barren lava beds； and each
man took his tongue between his teeth and felt his
mouth bake at the tale of a land empty of water and
food。 As simply as Homer sang； while he dug a tine
of his fork leisurely into the tablecloth； he opened a
new world to their view； as does one who tells a child
of the Looking…Glass Country。
As one of his listeners might have spoken of tea
too strong at a Madison Square 〃afternoon；〃 so he
depicted the ravages of redeye in a border town
when the caballeros of the lariat and 〃forty…five〃
reduced ennui to a minimum。
And then； with a sweep of his white； unringed
hands； be dismissed Melpomene； and forthwith Diana
and Amaryllis footed it before the mind's eyes of
the clubmen。
The savannas of the continent spread before them。
The wind； humming through a hundred leagues of
sage brush and mesquite； closed their ears to the
city's staccato noises。 He told them of camps； of
ranches marooned in a sea of fragrant prairie blos…
soms； of gallops in the stilly night that Apollo would
have forsaken his daytime steeds to enjoy； he read
them the great； rough epic of the cattle and the hills
that have not been spoiled by the band of man； the
mason。 His words were a telescope to the city men；
whose eyes had looked upon Youngstown； O。； and
whose tongues had called it 〃West。〃
In fact； Emerson had them 〃going。〃
The next morning at ten he met Vuyning； by ap…
pointment； at a Forty…second Street cafe。
Emerson was to leave for the West that day。 He
wore a suit of dark cheviot that looked to have been
draped upon him by an ancient Grecian tailor who
was a few thousand years ahead of the styles。
〃Mr。 Vuyning；〃 said he； with the clear； ingenuous
smile of the successful 〃crook；〃 it's up to me to
go the limit for you any time I can do so。 You're
the real thing； and if I can ever return the favor； you
bet your life I'll do it。〃
〃What was that cow…puncher's name？〃 asked
Vuyning； 〃who used to catch a mustang by the nose
and mane； and throw him till he put the bridle on？〃
〃Bates；〃 said Emerson。
〃Thanks；〃 said Vuyning。 〃I thought it was
Yates。 Oh； about that toggery business I'd for…
gotten that。〃
〃I've been looking for some guy to put me on the
right track for years；〃 said Emerson。 〃You're the
goods； duty free； and half…way to the warehouse in a
red wagon。〃
〃Bacon； toasted on a green willow switch over red
coals； ought to put broiled lobsters out of business；〃
said Vuyning。 〃And you say a horse at the end of a
thirty…foot rope can't pull a ten…inch stake out of wet
prai