with him, you know.”
The Advice of Big Slim.
The Advice of Big Slim.Steele Kenyon placed his stick under his arm, and proceeded to draw on his gloves.
“Quite an interesting night,” he said, coolly. “I had no idea that there was so much gratis entertainment in New York. It is really hospitable. Here a lonely stranger arrives in town; and immediately he is taken in hand and provided with diversion of an absolutely unique character. The thing is an inspiration.”
He walked down the steps, and stood by the railing that ran along the front, gazing up at the building.
“At some future time,” he murmured, “I might have a desire to know just where to find this abode of marvels. The number is ninety-eight, and the street,” looking across the way at a corner light, “is Selden’s Square.”
He made
