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Roads of Destiny
“‘Did I?’ says Denver. ‘Come and see.’
“He takes me by the arm and walks me to the dining-room door. There was a little chocolate-brown fat man in a dress suit, with his face shining with joy as he swelled himself and skipped about the floor. Danged if Denver had n’t made General Rompiro head waiter of the Hotel Brunswick!”
“Is Mr. Galloway still in the managing business?” I asked, as Mr. Magoon ceased.
Sully shook his head.
“Denver married an auburn-haired widow that owns a big hotel in Harlem. He just helps around the place.”
