Bob Younger's Fate — page 76: what you’re looking at

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—_ BOB YOUNGER'S FATE. _ ey The bar was crowded with a miscellaneous assort- ment of men both in nationality and appearance, as well as in character. | As the clock struck eleven a young man of fash- ion strolled into the saloon, and looked leisurely about him. A dainty mustache, a glass screwed to his eye, the cut of his clothes, all conspired to proclaim him a member of dudedom. A few remarks, complimentary and otherwise, were directed toward him by the loafers who had noticed his entrance, but he found it convenient to disregard them. His eye finally sighted the proprietor, and the next moment he bore down upon that functionary with the question, ““Aw, cawn you show me to room number three, landlawd? Hawv an appointment to meet a pawty tha-ah at eleven.”’ Mine host observed his interlocutor from head to foot before answering him. The latter stood the scrutiny with heroic fortitude. ‘“‘Haven’t made any mistake, stranger ?’’ “Mistake? Oh, no; it’s all right, I assuah you.”’ ‘What name shall I give the other party ?”’ ‘“Tt’s of no consequence whatevah. Please show me to the room, and I shall be obliged to you.” “Very well, sir. This way.”’ The dude followed Sam up stairs, and was finally - ushered into the desired apartment. “Hawv any pawties made inquiwies faw this room pwevious to me?” he asked, carefully placing his hat upon the table, and then seating himself. ‘“None as yet.”’ “Tf any pusson awsks faw me or faw room num- mn ‘COMICcbOOKS:. co