A man gets in a groove in New York

A man gets in a groove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him. on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right. Going to call time on him sharp? . If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time. So long, officer. went.
There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady herve leger blow. The few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands . And in the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of his youth, smoked his cigar and herve leger dress waited.
About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.
, doubtfully.
; It's Bob, sure as fate. I was certain I'd find you here if you were still in existence. Well, well, well! - twenty years is a long time. The old gone, Bob; I wish it had lasted , so we could have had another dinner there. How has the West treated you, old man? you were so tall by two or three inches. Moderately. I have herve leger bandage dress a position in one of the city departments. Come on, Bob; we'll go around to a place I know of, and have a good long talk about old times. the street, arm in arm. The man from the West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the history of his career. The other, submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest.