stay, which was considerable cheaper for him than the Palmer House, though, as he told us when he got back, it made him sick to see the waste.
The Deacon had his mouth all fixed to tell Brother Bill that, in his opinion, he wasn't much better than a faro dealer, for he used to brag that he never let anything turn him from his duty, which meant his meddling in other people's business. I want to say right here that with most men duty means something unpleasant which the other fellow ought to do. As a matter of fact, a man's first duty is to mind his own business. It's been my experience that it takes about all the thought and work which one man can give to run one man right, and if a fellow's putting in five or six hours a day on his neighbor's character, he's mighty apt to scamp the building of his own.
Well, when Brother Bill got home from business that first night, the Deacon explained that every time he lit a two-bit cigar
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