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- The time was barely 10 o'clock at night, chilly gust of wind with a taste of rain in New York City business avenue, as The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively.
- After Twenty Years By O. Henry
- As the policeman walked up to him, the man spoke up quickly, "It's alright, officer" He said reassuringly
- Until five years ago, It was torn down then
- "I I'm just waiting for a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands-- "Big Joe' Brady's Restaurant "
- The man explained what happened twenty years ago...
- Exactly twenty years ago tonight when I dined here at 'Big Joe' Brady's with Jimmy Wells, my best chum. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. We Agreed that night that we should meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come.
- It sound pretty Interesting. Haven't you heard from your friend since you left?
- Well, yes, for a time we corresponded, 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 the truest, staunchest old chap in the world.
- He suddenly walked slowly as he saw a man with an unlighted cigar in his mouth, standing In the doorway of a darkened hardware store.
- After twenty minutes, a tall man in a long overcoat walked up to him.
- Is that you, Bob?
- The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, a little white scar near his right eyebrow. His scarf pin was a large diamond, oddly set.
- At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights. When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other's face.
- You're not Jimmy Wells. Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man's nose from a roman to a pug.
- The policeman went out on his way, passing on along his beat, trying doors as he went. And in the doorway of a darkened hardware shop, A man who came a thousand miles to visit his friend, waited.
- The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him. His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished. The note was rather short.
- Bob, I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar, I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow, I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job. -Jimmy
- The two men walked up the street, arm in arm. The man from the West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the history of his career. The other submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest.
- Is that you, Jimmy Wells?
- Bob trembled a little
- It sometimes changes a good man into bad one. You've been under arrest for ten minutes, 'Silky Bob'. Now before we go to the station, here's a note I was asked to hand you. You may read it here at the window. It's from Patrolman Wells.
- The End
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