"I will be needin' an assistant sh'u'd th' prisidint promulgate any more
worrds like thim," said Flannery; "and I w'u'd recommind he be Corbett
or Sullivan or wan of th' other sluggers, for th' patrons av th' company
be not all easy-goin' like Mr. Warold. But progress is th' worrd of th'
day, and I stand for shorter worrds, no matter how much extry worrk they
mek. Th' prisidint has a great head on him."

He opened the paper on his desk and read it.

"General Order Number Seven Hundred and Twenty:

"To all employees of the Interurban Express Company: Cancel General
Order Number Seven Hundred and Nineteen. By order of the president."

"As I was sayin'," said Flannery, "th' prisidint has a great head on
him."




III

FLEAS WILL BE FLEAS


Mike Flannery was the star boarder at Mrs. Muldoon's, and he deserved to
be so considered, for he had boarded with Mrs. Muldoon for years, and
was the agent of the Interurban Express Company at Westcote, while Mrs.
Muldoon's other boarders were largely transient.