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 			<p>“They must need many, too!” said the visitor. “New hats, new all things, but nothing white. In München we could not do it; we are a safing peeble.”</p>
 			<p>“Where’s that?”</p>
 			<p>“In München. You say ‘Munich.’ ”</p>
-			<p>“Well, I never been to Munich, but I took in the Mediterranean trip, and I tell you, outside o’ some right good scenery, all I saw was mighty dirty and mighty shiftless and mighty run-down at the heel. Now comin’ right down <em>to</em> it, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver, wouldn’t you rather live here in this town than in Munich? I know you got more enterprise up there than the part of the old country I saw, and I know <em>you’re</em> a live business man and you’re associated with others like you, but when it comes to <em>livin’</em> in a place, wouldn’t you heap rather be here than over there?”</p>
+			<p>“Well, I never been to Munich, but I took in the Mediterranean trip, and I tell you, outside o’ some right good scenery, all I saw was mighty dirty and mighty shiftless and mighty run-down at the heel. Now comin’ right down <em>to</em> it, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver, wouldn’t you rather live here in this town than in Munich? I know you got more enterprise up there than the part of the old country I saw, and I know <em>you’re</em> a live business man and you’re associated with others like you, but when it comes to <em>livin’</em> in a place, wouldn’t you heap rather be here than over there?”</p>
 			<p>“For me,” said Herr Favre, “no. Here I should not think I was living. It would be like the miner who goes into the mine to work; nothing else.”</p>
 			<p>“We got a good many good citizens here from your part o’ the world. <em>They</em> like it.”</p>
 			<p>“Oh yes.” And Herr Favre laughed deprecatingly. “The first generation, they bring their Germany with them; then, after that, they are Americans, like you.” He tapped his host’s big knee genially. “You are patriot; so are they.”</p>
-			<p>“Well, I reckon you must be a pretty hot little patriot yourself, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver!” Sheridan exclaimed, gaily. “You certainly stand up for your own town, if you stick to sayin’ you’d rather live there than you would here. Yes, <em>sir</em>! You sure are some patriot to say <em>that</em>⁠—after you’ve seen our city! It ain’t reasonable in you, but I must say I kind of admire you for it; every man ought to stick up for his own, even when he sees the other fellow’s got the goods on him. Yet I expect way down deep in your heart, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver, you’d rather live right here than any place else in the world, if you had your choice. Man alive! this is God’s country, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver, and a blind man couldn’t help seein’ it! You couldn’t stand where you do in a business way and <em>not</em> see it. Soho, boy! Here we are. This is the big works, and I’ll show you something now that’ll make your eyes stick out!”</p>
-			<p>They had arrived at the Pump Works; and for an hour <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Favre was personally conducted and personally instructed by the founder and president, the buzzing queen bee of those buzzing hives.</p>
+			<p>“Well, I reckon you must be a pretty hot little patriot yourself, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver!” Sheridan exclaimed, gaily. “You certainly stand up for your own town, if you stick to sayin’ you’d rather live there than you would here. Yes, <em>sir</em>! You sure are some patriot to say <em>that</em>⁠—after you’ve seen our city! It ain’t reasonable in you, but I must say I kind of admire you for it; every man ought to stick up for his own, even when he sees the other fellow’s got the goods on him. Yet I expect way down deep in your heart, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver, you’d rather live right here than any place else in the world, if you had your choice. Man alive! this is God’s country, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver, and a blind man couldn’t help seein’ it! You couldn’t stand where you do in a business way and <em>not</em> see it. Soho, boy! Here we are. This is the big works, and I’ll show you something now that’ll make your eyes stick out!”</p>
+			<p>They had arrived at the Pump Works; and for an hour <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Favre was personally conducted and personally instructed by the founder and president, the buzzing queen bee of those buzzing hives.</p>
 			<p>“Now I’ll take you for a spin in the country,” said Sheridan, when at last they came out to the car again. “We’ll take a breezer.” But, with his foot on the step, he paused to hail a neat young man who came out of the office smiling a greeting. “Hello, young fellow!” Sheridan said, heartily. “On the job, are you, Jimmie? Ha! They don’t catch you <em>off</em> of it very often, I guess, though I do hear you go automobile-ridin’ in the country sometimes with a mighty fine-lookin’ girl settin’ up beside you!” He roared with laughter, clapping his son upon the shoulder. “That’s all right with me⁠—if it is with <em>her</em>! So, Jimmie? Well, when we goin’ to move into your new warehouses? Monday?”</p>
 			<p>“Sunday, if you want to,” said Jim.</p>
 			<p>“No!” cried his father, delighted. “Don’t tell me you’re goin’ to keep your word about dates! That’s no way to do contractin’! Never heard of a contractor yet didn’t want more time.”</p>
 			<p>“They’ll be all ready for you on the minute,” said Jim. “I’m going over both of ’em now, with Links and Sherman, from foundation to roof. I guess they’ll pass inspection, too!”</p>
 			<p>“Well, then, when you get through with that,” said his father, “you go and take your girl out ridin’. By George! you’ve earned it! You tell her you stand high with <em>me</em>!” He stepped into the car, waving a waggish farewell, and when the wheels were in motion again, he turned upon his companion a broad face literally shining with pride. “That’s my boy Jimmie!” he said.</p>
 			<p>“Fine young man, yes,” said Herr Favre.</p>
-			<p>“I got two o’ the finest boys,” said Sheridan, “I got two o’ the finest boys God ever made, and that’s a fact, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver! Jim’s the oldest, and I tell you they got to get up the day before if they expect to catch <em>him</em> in bed! My other boy, Roscoe, he’s always to the good, too, but Jim’s a wizard. You saw them two new-process warehouses, just about finished? Well, <em>Jim</em> built ’em. I’ll tell you about that, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver.” And he recited this history, describing the new process at length; in fact, he had such pride in Jim’s achievement that he told Herr Favre all about it more than once.</p>
+			<p>“I got two o’ the finest boys,” said Sheridan, “I got two o’ the finest boys God ever made, and that’s a fact, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver! Jim’s the oldest, and I tell you they got to get up the day before if they expect to catch <em>him</em> in bed! My other boy, Roscoe, he’s always to the good, too, but Jim’s a wizard. You saw them two new-process warehouses, just about finished? Well, <em>Jim</em> built ’em. I’ll tell you about that, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver.” And he recited this history, describing the new process at length; in fact, he had such pride in Jim’s achievement that he told Herr Favre all about it more than once.</p>
 			<p>“Fine young man, yes,” repeated the good Münchner, three-quarters of an hour later. They were many miles out in the open country by this time.</p>
-			<p>“He is that!” said Sheridan, adding, as if confidentially: “I got a fine family, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver⁠—fine chuldern. I got a daughter now; you take her and put her anywhere you please, and she’ll shine up with <em>any</em> of ’em. There’s culture and refinement and society in this town by the carload, and here lately she’s been gettin’ right in the thick of it⁠—her and my daughter-in-law, both. I got a mighty fine daughter-in-law, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver. I’m goin’ to get you up for a meal with us before you leave town, and you’ll see⁠—and, well, sir, from all I hear the two of ’em been holdin’ their own with the best. Myself, I and the wife never had time for much o’ that kind o’ doin’s, but it’s all right and good for the chuldern; and my daughter she’s always kind of taken to it. I’ll read you a poem she wrote when I get you up at the house. She wrote it in school and took the first prize for poetry with it. I tell you they don’t make ’em any smarter’n that girl, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver. Yes, sir; take us all round, we’re a pretty happy family; yes, sir. Roscoe hasn’t got any chuldern yet, and I haven’t ever spoke to him and his wife about it⁠—it’s kind of a delicate matter⁠—but it’s about time the wife and I saw some gran’-chuldern growin’ up around us. I certainly do hanker for about four or five little curly-headed rascals to take on my knee. Boys, I hope, o’ course; that’s only natural. Jim’s got his eye on a mighty splendid-lookin’ girl; lives right next door to us. I expect you heard me joshin’ him about it back yonder. She’s one of the ole blue-bloods here, and I guess it was a mighty good stock⁠—to raise <em>her</em>! She’s one these girls that stand right up and look at you! And pretty? She’s the prettiest thing you ever saw! Good size, too; good health and good sense. Jim’ll be just right if he gets her. I must say it tickles <em>me</em> to think o’ the way that boy took ahold o’ that job back yonder. Four months and a half! Yes, sir⁠—”</p>
+			<p>“He is that!” said Sheridan, adding, as if confidentially: “I got a fine family, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver⁠—fine chuldern. I got a daughter now; you take her and put her anywhere you please, and she’ll shine up with <em>any</em> of ’em. There’s culture and refinement and society in this town by the carload, and here lately she’s been gettin’ right in the thick of it⁠—her and my daughter-in-law, both. I got a mighty fine daughter-in-law, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver. I’m goin’ to get you up for a meal with us before you leave town, and you’ll see⁠—and, well, sir, from all I hear the two of ’em been holdin’ their own with the best. Myself, I and the wife never had time for much o’ that kind o’ doin’s, but it’s all right and good for the chuldern; and my daughter she’s always kind of taken to it. I’ll read you a poem she wrote when I get you up at the house. She wrote it in school and took the first prize for poetry with it. I tell you they don’t make ’em any smarter’n that girl, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver. Yes, sir; take us all round, we’re a pretty happy family; yes, sir. Roscoe hasn’t got any chuldern yet, and I haven’t ever spoke to him and his wife about it⁠—it’s kind of a delicate matter⁠—but it’s about time the wife and I saw some gran’-chuldern growin’ up around us. I certainly do hanker for about four or five little curly-headed rascals to take on my knee. Boys, I hope, o’ course; that’s only natural. Jim’s got his eye on a mighty splendid-lookin’ girl; lives right next door to us. I expect you heard me joshin’ him about it back yonder. She’s one of the ole blue-bloods here, and I guess it was a mighty good stock⁠—to raise <em>her</em>! She’s one these girls that stand right up and look at you! And pretty? She’s the prettiest thing you ever saw! Good size, too; good health and good sense. Jim’ll be just right if he gets her. I must say it tickles <em>me</em> to think o’ the way that boy took ahold o’ that job back yonder. Four months and a half! Yes, sir⁠—”</p>
 			<p>He expanded this theme once more; and thus he continued to entertain the stranger throughout the long drive. Darkness had fallen before they reached the city on their return, and it was after five when Sheridan allowed Herr Favre to descend at the door of his hotel, where boys were shrieking extra editions of the evening paper.</p>
-			<p>“Now, good night, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver,” said Sheridan, leaning from the car to shake hands with his guest. “Don’t forget I’m goin’ to come around and take you up to⁠—Go on away, boy!”</p>
+			<p>“Now, good night, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver,” said Sheridan, leaning from the car to shake hands with his guest. “Don’t forget I’m goin’ to come around and take you up to⁠—Go on away, boy!”</p>
 			<p>A newsboy had thrust himself almost between them, yelling, “Extry! Secon’ Extry. Extry, all about the horrable acci<em>dent</em>. Extry!”</p>
 			<p>“Get out!” laughed Sheridan. “Who wants to read about accidents? Get out!”</p>
 			<p>The boy moved away philosophically. “Extry! Extry!” he shrilled. “Three men killed! Extry! Millionaire killed! Two other men killed! Extry! Extry!”</p>
-			<p>“Don’t forget, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Farver,” Sheridan completed his interrupted farewells. “I’ll come by to take you up to our house for dinner. I’ll be here for you about half-past five tomorrow afternoon. Hope you ’njoyed the drive much as I have. Good night⁠—good night!” He leaned back, speaking to the chauffer. “Now you can take me around to the Central City barbershop, boy. I want to get a shave ’fore I go up home.”</p>
+			<p>“Don’t forget, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Farver,” Sheridan completed his interrupted farewells. “I’ll come by to take you up to our house for dinner. I’ll be here for you about half-past five tomorrow afternoon. Hope you ’njoyed the drive much as I have. Good night⁠—good night!” He leaned back, speaking to the chauffer. “Now you can take me around to the Central City barbershop, boy. I want to get a shave ’fore I go up home.”</p>
 			<p>“Extry! Extry!” screamed the newsboys, zigzagging among the crowds like bats in the dusk. “Extry! All about the horrable acci<em>dent</em>! Extry!” It struck Sheridan that the papers sent out too many “Extras”; they printed “Extras” for all sorts of petty crimes and casualties. It was a mistake, he decided, critically. Crying “Wolf!” too often wouldn’t sell the goods; it was bad business. The papers would “make more in the long run,” he was sure, if they published an “Extra” only when something of real importance happened.</p>
 			<p>“Extry! All about the hor’ble <em>ax</em>’nt! Extry!” a boy squawked under his nose, as he descended from the car.</p>
 			<p>“Go on away!” said Sheridan, gruffly, though he smiled. He liked to see the youngsters working so noisily to get on in the world.</p>