"That's right, Zeb, fer I'm hard up fer a plug of terbaccer at this present minute. I'll borrow a little on account, if ye don't mind. Me pipe's gone out."
"How de ye plan to start?" Zeb asked, as he handed over a part of a fig of T. & B.
"I'm thinkin' of puttin' an ad. in The Live Wire," Abner replied, as he thoughtfully whittled off several liberal slices of tobacco. "Wish ye'd write it out fer me, Zeb. Ye'r good at sich things. Ye often write ads. about ye'r 'Society' pigs, don't ye?"
Zeb pulled a note-book and pencil from his vest pocket and told his companion to go ahead.
"Go ahead ye'rself," Abner ordered. "Jist say that I'm a specialist on diseases, an' will treat anyone wot comes to me next Saturday evenin' after supper. That's the grain an' you know how to grind it up."
After much thought and head scratching Zeb managed to write out an advertisement which he thought would do. Then he read it aloud:
DISEASE SPECIALIST
"Abner Andrews, of Ash Point, has a new remedy for all kinds of diseases. For the sum of twenty-five cents he will treat all who come to him. Office Hours, Saturday afternoon, from 6 o'clock to midnight."
"There, how does that suit ye?" Zeb asked, when he had finished reading.
"It's a master-piece, all right," Abner replied. "But haven't ye made the fee rather low?"