A young man could take his girl there and give her anything she asked for, were it the moon itself. The Greek was a magician.
But to return. As I was going out of Meadville, two young men swung out of a saloon and addressed me thus strangely:
"Have you had a benevolent? We're giving them away."
One of them showed me a stylographic pen.
"Wha're you doing?" said the other.
"Oh, I'm travelling," I replied.
"How d'ye get your living?"
"I write in the magazines now and then."
A look of disappointment crept over the faces of the young men. The stylographic pen was replaced in waistcoat pocket.