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LACEY MOVES.
If there was one glistening bead of sweat on the bald pate of Lacey of Chicago there were a thousand; and the smile on his face was not less shining and unlimited.

He burst into the rooms of the palace where David had residence, calling: "Oyez! Oyez! Saadat! Oh, Pasha of the Thousand Tails! Oyez! Oyez!" Getting no answer, he began to perform a dance round the room, which in modern days is known as the negro cake-walk.

It was not dignified, but it would have been less dignified still performed by any other living man of forty-five with a bald head and a waist-band ten inches too large.

Round the room three times he went, and then he dropped on a divan.