hey?" Then another idea occurred to him and he went
on, without waiting: "Maybe you never saw anything --
hic -- like this 'fore? Hey, ole chappie?"

"No," said Jurgis.

"Come from country, maybe -- hey?"

"Yes," said Jurgis.

"Aha! I thosso! Lossa folks from country never saw
such a place. Guv'ner brings 'em -- free show -- hic
-- reg'lar circus! Go home tell folks about it. Ole
man Jones's place -- Jones the packer -- beef-trust man.
Made it all out of hogs, too, damn ole scoundrel. Now we
see where our pennies go -- rebates, an' private-car lines
-- hic -- by Harry! Bully place, though -- worth seein'!
Ever hear of Jones the packer, hey, ole chappie?"

Jurgis had started involuntarily; the other, whose sharp
eyes missed nothing, demanded: "Whuzzamatter, hey?
Heard of him?"

And Jurgis managed to stammer out: "I have worked
for him in the yards."

"What!" cried Master Freddie, with a yell. _"You!_
In the yards? Ho, ho! Why, say, thass good! Shake
hands on it, ole man -- by Harry! Guv'ner ought to be
here -- glad to see you. Great fren's with the men, guv'~
ner -- labor an' capital, commun'ty 'f int'rests, an' all that
-- hic! Funny things happen in this world, don't they,
ole man? Hamilton, lemme interduce you -- fren' the
family -- ole fren' the guv'ner's -- works in the yards.
Come to spend the night wiz me, Hamilton -- have a hot
time. My fren', Mr. -- whuzya name, ole chappie? Tell
us your name."

"Rudkus -- Jurgis Rudkus."

"My fren', Mr. Rudnose, Hamilton -- shake han's."

The stately butler bowed his head, but made not a
sound; and suddenly Master Freddie pointed an eager
finger at him. "I know whuzzamatter wiz you, Hamilton
-- lay you a dollar I know! You think -- hic -- you
think I'm drunk! Hey, now?"

And the butler again bowed his head. "Yes, sir," he
said, at which Master Freddie hung tightly upon Jurgis's

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