“Say,” said the man from Topaz City, “that reminds me—­there were sixteen stage robbers shot last year within twenty miles of—­”

“I was speaking of hotels,” said the New Yorker.  “We lead Europe in that respect.  And as far as our leisure class is concerned we are far—­”

“Oh, I don’t know,” interrupted the man from Topaz City.  “There were twelve tramps in our jail when I left home.  I guess New York isn’t so—­”

“Beg pardon, you seem to misapprehend the idea.  Of course, you visited the Stock Exchange and Wall Street, where the—­”

“Oh, yes,” said the man from Topaz City, as he lighted a Pennsylvania stogie, “and I want to tell you that we’ve got the finest town marshal west of the Rockies.  Bill Rainer he took in five pickpockets out of the crowd when Red Nose Thompson laid the cornerstone of his new saloon.  Topaz City don’t allow—­”

“Have another Rhine wine and seltzer,” suggested the New Yorker.  “I’ve never been West, as I said; but there can’t be any place out there to compare with New York.  As to the claims of Chicago I—­”

“One man,” said the Topazite—­“one man only has been murdered and robbed in Topaz City in the last three—­”

“Oh, I know what Chicago is,” interposed the New Yorker.  “Have you been up Fifth Avenue to see the magnificent residences of our mil—­”

“Seen ’em all.  You ought to know Reub Stegall, the assessor of Topaz.  When old man Tilbury, that owns the only two-story house in town, tried to swear his taxes from $6,000 down to $450.75, Reub buckled on his forty-five and went down to see—­”

“Yes, yes, but speaking of our great city—­one of its greatest features is our superb police department.  There is no body of men in the world that can equal it for—­”

“That waiter gets around like a Langley flying machine,” remarked the man from Topaz City, thirstily.  “We’ve got men in our town, too, worth $400,000.  There’s old Bill Withers and Colonel Metcalf and—­”

“Have you seen Broadway at night?” asked the New Yorker, courteously.  “There are few streets in the world that can compare with it.  When the electrics are shining and the pavements are alive with two hurrying streams of elegantly clothed men and beautiful women attired in the costliest costumes that wind in and out in a close maze of expensively—­”

“Never knew but one case in Topaz City,” said the man from the West.  “Jim Bailey, our mayor, had his watch and chain and $235 in cash taken from his pocket while—­”

“That’s another matter,” said the New Yorker.  “While you are in our city you should avail yourself of every opportunity to see its wonders.  Our rapid transit system—­”

“If you was out in Topaz,” broke in the man from there, “I could show you a whole cemetery full of people that got killed accidentally.  Talking about mangling folks up! why, when Berry Rogers turned loose that old double-barrelled shot-gun of his loaded with slugs at anybody—­”