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that he would consider it a favor if the druggist 

 would allow him to make his headquarters in his 

 store. 



The druggist, of course, immediately had 

 visions of stacks of money coming in from large 

 veterinary prescriptions and welcomed my 

 brother with open arms. "Sure," he said, "make 

 this your hangout. I will do all I can for you." 

 The man who had driven the team of mules up to 

 the store stood by listening, and the druggist lost 

 no time in introducing my brother to him. 



My brother remarked about the poor condition 

 of one of the mules and suggested that possibly 

 he had "a bad mouth." The man said he was 

 sure there was something wrong with him because 

 he got as much feed as the other mule and yet he 

 would not pick up. My brother suggested that 

 an examination be made and the fellow agreed; 

 in fact, he said he was very glad that he had met a 

 "veterinary" who could do something for the 

 mule. 



When I, standing on the other side of the 

 street, saw my brother come out of the store with 

 the fellow and walk over to the skinny mule and 

 examine his teeth, I felt like dancing a Highland 

 fling right there. I knew my brother well enough 

 to know that if there was any money in that 

 man's pocket my brother could induce him to pay 

 out some of it. 



Pretty soon the fellow untied the team, got 

 into his wagon and drove away. My brother came 

 over to where I stood, and from the way he 

 worked his jaws over the plug in his mouth, I 



