Part 27 (1/2)

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Andy told hiht which had co discovery that no goods for them had arrived

CHAPTER XXIII

SOMETHING IS MISSING

”The goods haven't come in!” cried Matt ”What's to be done now? We can't open up without theood round suraph to New York and find out what the trouble is,”

returned Andy, and he started for the telegraph office without delay

The e was sent to theits destination before any of the doholesale houses were open for business At eleven o'clock a reply came back that the cases had been duly sent, and that the delay would be traced up, if possible, at the freight depot there

”This leaves us in a pickle for to-day,” said Andy, as he handed the e over to Matt

”Well, it won't be so bad if only we get our goods by to-o over to Easton, anyway, and look for a store, and if we can find one, take the risk of hiring it”

So they crossed the river and began a search, leaving the horse and wagon tied up at the freight depot in Phillipsburg in the meantime

They found that the firee, and already the store-keepers were decorating in its honor On the streets nu-sheets, souvenirs, and other wares for sale

”I'll take this street, and you take that,” said Andy, as they came to a corner ”Go around the block, and then take the next block In that e o over the sa-place, the two separated, and Matt hurried along the street Andy had designated to hients, the most wonderful corn and bunion salve in theout ”Made first expressly for the Emperor of Germany, and now sold in America for the first time Warranted to cure the worst corn ever known, and sold for the so like hot-cakes, the boxes do, for they all kno good the salve is! Thank you, sir; who'll have the next?”

Matt stopped short, as so in the voice of the street merchant attracted his attention He looked at the man and saw that it was Paul Barberry, the felloho had wished to be taken in as a partner in Newark

”Give me a box of that ere salve,” Matt heard an old e of his preparation

The purchaser of the package handed over a quarter of a dollar in silver Barberry stuck the ive back any change, thrust two es of his corn salve into the old man's hands

”What--what's this?” stae?”

”That's all right, three for a quarter, sir,” returned Paul Barberry briskly ”Who'll have the next? Don't all crowd up at once!”

”But I don't want three,” said the old e”

”You'll find you need three, find 'eht up and buy, buy, buy! It's the greatest on the face of the globe!” bawled Barberry, turning away and addressing another crowd on the sidewalk

”Well, I'll be jiggered!” muttered the old hts and dees in his coat-tail pocket, and walked off

”Well, that's what I call a rather high-handed proceeding,” thought Matt ”No wonder so auctioneers little better than thieves, when some of theh, in the end”