“He had just been
released from the Barton street home for delinquents and met a well-dressed man
on Mary street. He poured out his wrongs and misfortunes to the citizen and
wished advice as to what he had best to do. He thought that probably Toronto
would be the best place for him to strike for. But he wished he was dead.
“The citizen heaved a
sigh from away down beneath his vest and asked him if his muffler was of good
texture.
“ ‘Yes,’ said the
unfortunate, ‘it is the best article I own.’
“ ‘Then,’ said the
citizen, ‘you are all right. There is a nice little cell in the police station
down in Toronto where a prisoner asphyxiates himself about once a week. They
have bars properly placed, so that a person can, with the aid of a good
muffler, hang himself comfortably in about ten minutes.
“The recent
languisher in captivity fired about a dozen new styles of oaths at the citizen
and started for the market.”
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