TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
and Cairlo were slumbering peacefully on the floor together, she related a weird tale of midnight drives in hansom cabs, pursuit by the police, capture and hairbreadth escapes. Her hostess, after listening politely to the end, merely asked if she ever tried “lying on her side so she wouldn’t dream.”
About eleven a.m. the wife of Abraham’s bosom suddenly swooped down upon him in his little money cage. She had a dandy idea. He was not surprised. She was always having them. People had said he was a fool to marry Ella when she was as crooked as a tenement stair, but no one ever denied she was smart. Oh, Ella was smart all right, and, after all, that is what really counts when you want some one to help build up the business. As she unfolded this plan, which proved to be a new advertising scheme, the expression of Abraham’s face changed from indifference
