It’s all right, officer,” I’m just waiting for a friend t’s an appointment made twenty years ago. Well, I'll explain if you’d like to make certain it’s all straight. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands- ‘Big Joe’ Brady’s restaurant.”
Twenty year ago tonight dined here at ’Bigot’ Brady’s with Jimmy Wells, my best chum, and the finest chap in the world.
He and I were raised here in New York, just like two brothers. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning, I started for the West to make my fortune. You couldn’t have dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was only place on earth. We agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might bear from what distance we might have to come. We figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our fortunes made, whatever they were.”
It sounds pretty interesting Rather a long time between meets, though. Haven’t you heard from your friend since you left?”
Well, yes, for a time we corresponded,” said the other. “But after a year or two we lost track of each other.
But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he’s alive, for he always was staunchest old champ in the world.