THE MAN IN THE WINDOW
an advertisement of a new kind of exerciser.
Every one passing by looked up, and some stopped and made remarks. Young watched him for a moment, and then turned and looked at the people's faces as they passed by. He waited there for some time. Suddenly he went inside and ran upstairs.
"Well, sir, what can we do for you?" asked a glib man, coming forward.
"I was just going to ask you," said Young, "about that chest-weight business."
"Yes, sir. Well, we have them at all prices and sizes. Now, you would want"
"Excuse me," said Young, "but I don't believe I need them. My appetite is too good already, and I have more muscle than I know what to do with. What I wanted was to see if you didn't need another man to pull the weights in the window. That fellow must get tired sometimes, doesn't he?"
The other had brightened up at this suggestion, then looked doubtful. "I don't believe you have the requirements," he said. "You see we have to have men with a great
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