A man called Billy Fowler (you must have
heard of Billy) is the boss; he is in politics some,
and squares the officers. I have hard times before
me in the city, but I feel as bright as a dollar and
as strong as John L. Sullivan. What with Mamie here,
and my partner speeding over the seas, and the
bonanza in the wreck, I feel like I could juggle with
the Pyramids of Egypt, same as conjurers do with
aluminium balls. My earnest prayers follow you,
Loudon, that you may feel the way I do--just
inspired! My feet don't touch the ground; I kind of
swim. Mamie is like Moses and Aaron that held up the
other individual's arms. She carries me along like a
horse and buggy. I am beating the record.
"Your true partner,
"J. PINKERTON.
Number two was in a different style:--
"MY DEAREST LOUDON,--How am I to prepare you for this
dire intelligence? O dear me, it will strike you to
the earth. The fiat has gone forth; our firm went
bust at a quarter before twelve. It was a bill of
Bradley's (for two hundred dollars) that brought
these vast operations to a close, and evolved
liabilities of upwards of two hundred and fifty
thousand.
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