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A TIP For His MISSUS !

The threat brought out all the ugliness in Terry. He took up a stool and advanced on Loney.

Why have you dropped your friends? Been
getting rich?”

“Georgie” winked at the barkeeper, with
whom he had scraped acquaintance. “Only
since I stopped wasting my time with you
drunkards,” he said. “I’ve sobered down
now. I’m in business for myself. Rags to
riches, I hope. I buy and sell rags and I
hope to get rich by ’em.”

His friends loudly wished him well and
continued drinking to the success of his
business. Even the barkeeper felt sympa-
thetic, as one does with people engaged in
small but plucky beginnings at economic sal-
vation.

Georgie and his friends had been drinking
several hours and making themselves con-
spicuous with their increasing hilarity when
into the public house there penetrated the

clamour of fire engines. The rumble of
heavy apparatus and the clang of fire bells
passing the door of the ale house brought
the tipplers and the barkeeper into the
street. Several blocks up the street was the
fire, a dingy house aflame from cellar and
street floor. Georgie Hamp uttered a cry:

“It’s my shop!”

There was realistic agony in the cry and
in the headlong way in which he ran to the
fire. But by the time he reached it the house
was past saving. The fire was already having
its way on the flimsy two-story house. The
firemen did their best, but their best was
not enough to prevent the flames from gut-
ting the house from cellar to roof and leav-
ing nothing but brick walls.

Georgie Hamp was taken back to the ale
house by his friends. He seemed broken up,
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