"I

paid out $300 more of my own," said Kelly. "I had to go a little

above the estimate. I got the express wagons and cabs mostly for $5; but the

trucks and two-horse teams mostly raised me to $10. The motormen wanted $10,

and some of the loaded teams $20. The cops struck me hardest--$50 I paid two,

and the rest $20 and $25. But didn't it work beautiful, Mr. Rockwall? I'm glad

William A. Brady wasn't onto that little outdoor vehicle mob scene. I wouldn't

want William to break his heart with jealousy. And never a rehearsal, either!

The boys was on time to the fraction of a second. It was two hours before a

snake could get below Greeley's statue."

"Thirteen

hundred--there you are, Kelly," said Anthony, tearing off a check.

"Your thousand, and the $300 you were out. You don't despise money, do

you, Kelly?"

"Me?"

said Kelly. "I can lick the man that invented poverty."

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