exercises to be gone through morning and night. In the course of time,
no doubt, we would develop into one of the best little hopers in town.
But for the time being we were still somewhat dejected. We couldn't get
our mind off those "foine, up-standin' min in Nay-tawl."
As a final inducement, the Professor took a five-cent piece out of his
pocket, and bent it to show the strength of his fingers. He said he
didn't do it for everyone--whether on account of the wear and tear on
his fingers or on five-cent pieces, he left to the imagination. He also
made us feel his biceps and watch the expansion of his chest, all
acquired by carefully following out the directions on the chart--five
dollars!--and also the third course and secret advice, which we would
have to swear not to communicate--ten dollars!
"Oi'll tell ye the secret soign possessed by all the strongest min in
the world," he assured us, "not only proize-foighters and wrastlers, but
great doctors and artists as well. Oi'll tell it to ye so ye can pick
thim out on the street. That's part of the secret advoice."
But we refused to rise to the bait. As a result we are still unable to
tell a "wrastler" on the street from a drug-clerk, or a
"proize-foighter" from a country curate.
We entrusted a two-dollar bill to the Professor's care. We thanked him
for the information he had given us. Then we came sadly away, wondering
vaguely how much was the fare to Nay-tawl.
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