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Chicago Gas

           Hewasaverylittleman,aboutfiftyyearsofage;heworeahigh,four-cornered,stifffelthat,withashortbrownbusinesscoat(whichinsummerbecameseersucker)andsquare-toedshoes;helookedforalltheworldlikeacountrydrugorbookstoreowner,withperhapstheairofacountrydoctororlawyersuperadded.Hiscuffsprotrudedtoofarfromhiscoat-sleeves,hisnecktiebulgedtoofaroutofhisvest,andhishighhatwassetalittletoofarbackonhisforehead;otherwisehewasacceptable,pleasant,andinteresting.Hehadshortside-burnsreddishbrownwhichstuckoutquitedefiantly,andhiseyebrowswereheavy.

           "Mr.Sippens,"saidCowperwood,blandly,"youwereonceinthegasmanufacturinganddistributingbusinesshereinChicago,weren’tyou?"

           "IthinkIknowasmuchaboutthemanufactureofgasasanyone,"repliedSippens,almostcontentiously."Iworkedatitforanumberofyears."

           "Well,now,Mr.Sippens,Iwasthinkingthatitmightbeinterestingtostartalittlegascompanyinoneoftheseoutlyingvillagesthataregrowingsofastandseeifwecouldn’tmakesomemoneyoutofit.I’mnotapracticalgasmanmyself,butIthoughtImightinterestsomeonewhowas."HelookedatSippensinafriendly,estimatingway."IhaveheardofyouassomeonewhohashadconsiderableexperienceinthisfieldhereinChicago.

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