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,THE BUYER FROM CACTUS CITY BY O. HENRY
Illustrated With a Pose From Life By Pauline Frederick,
Star of "Joseptiand His Brethren," and Acclaimed
the Most Beautiful Woman in America by Har
rison Fisher, the Famous Artist; and by
Earle Williams of the Vitagraph Co.
Twenty thousand people in Cactus
City, Texas, scatter their silver coin
with liberal hands for the things that
their hearts desire. The bulk of this
semi-precious metal goes to Navarro
I & Piatt
Every spring. Navarro, senior part
ner, fifty-five, half Spanish, cos
mopolitan, able, polished, had "gone
on" to New York to buy goods. This
year he shied at taking up the long
trail. He was' undoubtedly growing
older; and he looked at his watch sev
eral times a day before the hour
came for his siesta.
"John," he said to his junior part
ner'iyou shall go on this year to buy
Two weeks later a man in a Texas
full dress suit black frock coat,
broad-brimmed soft white hat, and
lay-down collar -inch high, with
black, wrought iron Jiecktie entered
the wholesale! cloak and suit estab
lishment of Zizzbaum & Son, on
Old Zizzbaum had the eye of an
osprey, the memory of an elephant
and a mind that unfolded from him in
three movements like the puzzle of
the carpenter's rule. He rolled to the
front like a brunette polar bear and
shook Piatt's hand.
"And how is the good Mr. Navarro
in Texas?" he said. "The trip was
too long for him this year, so? We
welcome Mr. Piatt instead."
"A bull's eye," said Piatt, "and I'd
give forty acres of unirrigated Pecos
pounty land toinow how you did it."
(Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.)
It was late in the afternoon and
business for the day had ended.
Zizzbaum left Piatt with a half
smoked cigar, and came out of the
private office to Son, who was ar
ranging his diamond scarfpin before
a mirror, ready to leave.
"Abey," he said, "you will have to
take Mr. Piatt around tonight and
show him things. They -are custom
ers for ten years. Mr. Navarro and
I we play chess every moment of
spare time when .he came. That' is
good, but Mr. Piatt is a young man.
and this is his first visit to New York.
He should amuse easily."
"All right," said Abey, screwing the
guard tightly on his pin. "I'll take
him on. After he's seen the Platiron
and the head waiter at the Hotel
Astor and heard the phonograph play
'Under the Old Apple Tree' it'll be
half past ten, and Mr. Texas will be
ready to roll up inhiS'blanket. I've
got a supper engagement at 11:30,
but hell be all to the Mrs. Winslow
The next morning at 10 Piatt walk
ed into the store ready to do busi
ness. He had a bunch of hyacinths
pinned on his lapel. .Zizzbaum him
self waited on him. Navarro & Piatt
were good customers and never failed
to take their discount for cash.
"And what did you think of our
little town?" asked Zizzbaum, with
the fatuous smile of the Manhat- '
"I shouldn't care to live in it," said
the Texan. "Your son and I knocked
around quite a little last night.