Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1898-12-27
One Of the Ways.

The following story from the Chi
cago Daily Record describes quite ac-
curately one of the many ways conf
dence men have of filching the unwary
traveller Of his available cash. The
Record vouches for the truth Of the
story:
CAN'T be mistaken" said the
affable stranger, with the glow
Of welcome on his face. This is Mr..
Reuben Barley, isn't it?"
Mr.. Barkley, after 40 years in hisna-
tive town In England, had decided to
see the world in the actual and geo.
graphical sense Of the phrase, and via
New Zealand. His tour was of a semi
official character, an evangelical So
ciety Of which he was highly respect
ed member having given him sort
Of rowing commission to examine into
conditions and things in the outlanda,
together with comfortable-sized
check that went far toward defraying
his expenses.
He had "done" the continent and had
then embarked at Marseilles for New
York, where some one had told him
that Chicago, for pigs and sausages,
was the eighth wonder of the world.
When the affable stranger accosted
him he was leaving Chicago hotel the
morning of his arrival to take walk.
Mr.. Barley looked embarrassed.
He was not sure that he knew this
young man with the beaming coun-
tenance. Quite a progressing. re-
spectacle and well-manncred young
man, too, Mr.. Barley thought. He
wondered little at the diamond that
blazed between the pink bars of the
strangers shirt front; but then, he
reasoned, these Americans are always
eccentric.
Mr.. Barkley had heard that English
men are considered by foreigners to
be extremely stiff and reserved to the
point of ohilliness. he had resolved,
when he started out, to correct this
Impression as far as one man might,
and made up his mind that if this gen
tleman desired to renew I'm acquaint-
ance which he had unfortunately for
gotten he would meet him more than
half way.
BY this time the stranger had seized
his dogskin-gloved hand and was shak-
ing it with fervid energy.
REALLY, it's very odd, but can't re-
member you," said Mr.. Barley. "Let
me think, now. Where was it met
you? Was 1T In Romeo"
That's where it was" said the young
man. "You remember me now, don't
you? My names Roberts. You
stopped at the Armstrong, didn't
your"
1.-THE Armstrong? 1 don't know the
Armstrong. I stopped at the Ingli-
terra"
"That's what meant. When was
you In Georgia last, Mr.. Barkley?"
"Why, bless my SOUL" exclaimed Mr..
Barkley, II was never in Georgia"
The young man looked a little puz-
zled. well, I'm mighty glad to see
you" he said. I'm stranger here
myself, and I was just going to look
around the town little. guess you
know 1t pretty well by this time. How
long have you been in Chicago?"
81 only got here last night. Really,
1t is most remarkable that should
meet you here. I'm very glad, you
know, Mr.. Roberts. Have they any
guides here, I wonder? Perhaps 1t
would be best for us to get guide"
"There's nothin' in them" said Mr..
Roberts. ~ bought one Of 'em and
there wasn't anything in 1t but list
Of cab fares and the principal business
blocks. There's map, but half the.
streets are wrong. Say, I've got
friend within block Of here. Well
60 and see him. I'll introduce you. A
friend Of mines friend Of his, and
he'll treat us dead right. He knows
this little old town, you bet. Let's
90 in somewhere and get a drink first"
Mr.. Barley stiffened Immediately.
II thought everyone who knew me
knew my views on that subject" he
said. II don't believe in drinking"
Mr.. Roberts stopped and held out
his hand. Temperament That's me
every time," he declared. "Tt's against
my principles. train with that push
down in Rome. I thought that you,
being an Englishman, might drink a
glass Of beer occasionally, and I sort
of felt it to be my duty to extend the
Inequalities of the city. was wrong,
though, and beg your pardon"
The Englishman relaxed his severity
of aspect Don't mention 1t, my dear
sir" he said. II beg your pardon. I
fear l spoke somewhat hastily. am
obliged to you for your kind offer. I
hear that there are some immensely
big slaughter houses here. Suppose
we go and look them up, If there is
nothing more remarlaa BILE to see."
"Ycu mean the stock yards" said
Mr.. Roberts, with sidelong glance
out Of his rather narrow eyes at his
companion, who was lifting his light
tweed trousers as he crossed street.
"My friend will know where they are.
His Office is right here. Well go In.
You'll like him."
They turned into large office build
ing and got into an elevator which
stopped on the eighth floor. Mr.. Rob-
erts got'out and walked briskly down
tiled corridor, and, stopping at an
Office door, took key from his pocket
and let himself in. Mr.. Barley, who
had followed him, found himself in
large room furnished with battered
desk with torn cloth top, two chairs
and q view of some fat roofs and
chimneys. There were, Mr.. Barley
noted, as he looked curiously around,
no books or papers or any evidence