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he offered to carry them over for me. He thought he knew where it was, and as I had the directions I told him and he said he knew the proprietor, that he had lost a finger lately and had been in the hospital (Everybody has been in the hospital in this part of the state). We walked as fast as my legs would carry me, about six blocks, and came to the rustiest looking old red brick building. The young man suggested that we would have to go to the rear entrance, as the front was the saloon - Apl 30th (Well, I got away, you see,) so we went into a kind of court, and asked for Mr. Weasner, the for Mrs. Weasner, then the "bar-keep" came and said the boss had gone for a little drive, and the boss's wife had gone to the grocery for a few minutes and would soon be back, and for me