TOOMEY GOES INTO SOMETHING
should not become the recognized peppermint center of America.
When the doctor sat down, after giving the back of the chair which he gripped a farewell wring that all but tore it loose from its sodcets, Mr. Butefish arose and congratu- lated him upon the novelty of his suggestion and recom- mended that it be investigated carefully.
There was excellent reason to believe that Walter Scales, at no remote date, had been handling kerosene and saltfish, for the air in his vicinity was redolent of these commodities as he arose when called upon as the next in order.
Before speaking of the remedy for the present stagnant condition of " the fairest spot that the sun ever shone upon," Mr. Scales stated that he wished to protest thus publicly against the practice which now obtained of pitch- ing horseshoes in the main street of Prouty. There was nothing, he declared vehemently, which made so bad an impression upon a stranger as to see the leading citi- zens of a community pitching horseshoes in its principal thoroughfare.
Passing on to the purpose for which he had risen, Mr. Scales averred that it was probable that he would be considered an impractical visionary when he made known his proposition ; nevertheless, it had been long in his mind and no harm would come from voicing it. To his notion, the thing most needed to revitalize Prouty was an electric car-line. This line should start at the far end of town, somewhere down by the Double Cross Livery Stable, pos- sibly, and end at an artificial lake and amusement park a few miles out in the country — he waved his arm vaguely. A street car whizzing through Prouty would put new life
in it, and so hungry were its inhabitants for entertainmeat
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