Tales of the Road by Charles N. (Charles Newman) Crewdson
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rest. He was the biggest merchant in the town in my line. When I
reached his store he was putting the key in the door to lock up and go home for his Thanksgiving dinner. "I couldn't talk to him out there in the cold--we were strangers--so I said to him, 'I should like to buy a couple of collars if you please.' He sold me the collars and then, just for a bluff, I made out that mine was hurting me and took a few minutes to put on another one. I didn't say anything about what my business was and the merchant, in order to have something to say, asked, 'Are you a stranger in town?' "'Yes, sir,' said I, 'I am. But I hope that I shall not be very much longer. I am out looking for a location.' "'You are a physician, then?' said the merchant. "'Yes, sir,--in a way,' said I; 'but I treat diseases in rather a peculiar way, I fancy. I believe in going down to the cause of diseases and treating the cause rather than the disease itself. My specialty is the eye. Now, you see, if the eye looks at bright, sparkling snow, it is strained; but if it looks at a green pasture, that color rests it. In fact, if the eye looks upon anything that is not pleasing to it, it does it an injury. Now, my way of getting down to the root of all this eye trouble is to place before it things that are pleasing to look upon, and in this way, make eye salves and things of that kind unnecessary. In just a word,' said I (I had his attention completely), 'I am selling the prettiest, nobbiest, most up-to-date line of furnishing goods there is on the road. They are so attractive that they are good for sore eyes. Now, the only way I can back up this statement is by showing you what I have. When will it suit you to look |
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