October 13, 1922
Friday,
Page Seven
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f",1 .we'd Miff !" t
' 1 l('t Hln -!nl1
"u,r MHrt will. Hi Dnrtlcy-(I-V-.
Tlu-y Hvl iwkI door
,1,h,J ,r In llln.tn. Each
linUilnlly. They were, In fact.
:i mliurl.iinllf" do.
. .... unit a LTiiino-
, t baby '"' n ,"",,y 'nrl'lu''e'
fLlltit-r owned servant,
, Hurtle)' "w,",,, Mr":. 1"rt,,,5r
. .. .. ..,iiinl Mr. rMrt-
i. nwllt'll " """ " " -
ljir.jni.-y 'nl-
no I Mrw. IHrt
y una Aim, ji
sir, J'iy.
SIT.
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. . .. ...,i..h ,l,.ilr(l
. t r Jell! - -
: r.nrti-y w Kiviim pny.
' .. .... llr1 vrHri
kl) . l.ttrttn-lrH ir
...i, m chrrry In It. nl r
mfiT-
' . tin liorllKV hml
iO" ' ... w !,.. ,..r
u ill! Irrrin." ui'" "
-r dirty. Hup Bin
to b mlll !" ,n'nt iul"i-
-TtHir1y. IIP ftn- Thurlyr
- irtl "'l'l "P ,w0 fr". n2
m i.. ..! very loud, whlrn
II1Q ,, i I
t ii wry know, tli" way to
r " .. i.....n iimlxratlind -riV- I
kttl - - - i
.!s. .
Inn w" "ru""""' " "
Wlwrtlpy had , tb "'"7
Ljojout how her aoyiira a"
4 on.
w aome trouhU about t-
..i hut Maud hartley waa a dHer
Ljt .mnan. eHi.erlally with heathen,
Ct it through the window. Hha
.n.1 c-l ed. ano tno wein
tn.ir -
miith the houae.
gM found Hop Ring In tiny room,
it nn a hos much. A tiny pipe, a
Unlit oil l"'iP "d aome niaca pi.ia
h . . mm a I .a .i...n,,1
.... hfi tie Mill. f.'.a v
ryn and Itrlnned reehiy at ner.
L inn w.-nt n.und In the air In a
,lSr manner. It waa juai u
a.f Slue had Imagined that the air
u her walnt.
ur. Irtliv. dreadfully ahfwKeti,
in fcirk Into the laundry.
"Thit'i what rumea Of OpIUUJ ainoK.
i- the uld with ronvhtlon. If a ah
j,,t m hiol ni hr drlnklnf."
h am Hear ahe would hove to nt-
wit to the dovllea herwlf. Hunting
bout II"' alH-lvra, Mra. Hartley auddt-n-
t rame uiMin her huahand'a Ihlng".
reioKiiUfd them Imim-dlatcly by
U blmtf-d fhlrta.
SucMenly her heart gave a bound.
mon the ahlria and rollnra whirn
Mr. Imrtlev had done up Iilmwir. aa
nn hl -iii.t"iii, al anw a pink allk
nlt. And then her heart aeemed to
ttind mill.
Tlmt pink allk waiat waa Mra. Jet-
Itr'i!
Mimni.r! Oh. what doe a It mean!"
t alilanered, o, forgetting the tloy
3i, ahe (ottered homeward. She had
tinned Mr. Hartley too well. She had
ft him look after his own laundry,
tblrh In the height of confidence In a
deroled wife, mid he waa aendlng Mri.
Jfilcv's u ! -t with hla (hlngal
There vwi no nitataklng that pink
illlt alm, which had flaunted llaeir
our Innutneriihle unferuieritet! grape
Juice. tnliliK. 1 1 let guilt waa dear. Mr.
Dartley wna paying for Mra. Jetley'a
taundry. Woroe. he waa aendlng U
with hla.
Wlint a R'-nndal If It became known
la Rojierhtown !
She hurried home, her eyea lirlm-
using with teara. Hut when alio
reicheil the atrip of Inwu before the
house Khe recoiled. There ant the
monster, with Mr. Jetley on one aide
id Mm. Jetley on the olher, amoklng
dpiri and drinking cotd drinks, dint
lint; and laughing aa If the world had
not suddenly tumbled nhout thetr
CTr
She crept round toward the back of
the house under the shelter of the big
locust trees. Inside, ahe paused un
wtalnly. Mow could she nerve her
wlf for the denunciation which It was
Mr wifely duty to make?
Anil yet it had to be made.
She stood In the hall. The voices
f the men enme floating out to her.
"I guess that's one on you. old man,"
laughed Jetley. "I found out the place
H right, nil right."
'Tou did, confound your
"Sure I did, Dnrlley, nnd say I I
ft a dozen of the prettiest pleated
hlrta you ever saw, a trifle shop
"Hod, but Just like yours, and old
Hop Sing's doing them up for nie.
Maud Durtley gasped and stood on
the stoop of the house.
"Hollo, dear I Why, what's the mat
It?" nuked her husband.
"Oh, darling, I I I enn't get the
doylies, nnd l don't know wlint we'll
to tomorrow 1"
Speed of Migrating Birds.
Migrating birds do not fly nt their
'West. Their migration -speed Is ns
Ull,y fi'oiu :io to 40 miles nn hour nnd
rawly exceeds W). Flights of a few
ho"rs u i,Kht, alternating with rests
of one or more dnys, make the spring
lvan.ee very slow, averaging for all
'twos not more than 23 miles a day,
'it with great variations of the dally
'"e among the different species. The
't number of miles which u partlc
1'ar bird mnkes during one dn.v's Jour
ny has not yet been determined nnd
'"not bo ascertained until the tag
,lnK or handing of birds by means of
1116,111 rings la carried out on n far
more extensive scale than hns yet been
Possible.
i . -, , 1 " "
The Kind
He Hadn't Met
I Dy JUSTIN WENTWOOD
Charles .Murgntroyd , oJ. I,),
cl.Mnt.nl, uud hu inutle no bone about
It when Im woke, (0 enimelouMiieNs la
the best private room of urn hoHplml,
It) find (lint ho hud friM-i iii-f. two ribs,
ono It-if, nnd n collar bono in Hm: uli
BI''iiI, Mud wil lioollil'd U u uy
tllllt Seemed llllllOKt eternal.
II lintod Hit. routine, and he could
ma untlfi-Mt iiimI why tltJ imracH otl not
111 n to obey li Iki.
"I It'll you I uniKt have H drink, MIxm
A? tl 1 1 i It I, ho tlcclulliiftl. "I Mm uft t
It. I II becomo it tihynlci, wreck with,
out it, If- medicinai-a W
-oh. Dot-tor lll.himlK, Mr. Murgat-
roytl think- Jf u,,,,, he had another
,i..t..b ..t.i i,... .....,.. . .
drink," kuhl Mhh Mulllim to the houn-
iiriifon, u lit. fume Into the room.
"Wb'II Ift you linva on rtfr din-
iitr," mild ItlchunlM. "llow'ro you
fwlliiK?"
tVnllnuT Thcr' no fctllnu ahoi.t
tliU jiliue," growlt-d MurKutroyd. "of
ull th lii'oiiiiftPiit fool 1'vb ever met,
that tiurM of ywir- hcHtU th llHt."
MU MuIIIiim iiiIIhI. "1'crhHtm Mr.
Murjffitroyd will think more klmlly
of u when h gi't" btr," h nald,
MurgHtroyd wbi IiHiIvw In her
liariila Kh mmlM h1tn tnb ihho.i ..I.
Bl wouidt i.t him nhnve with hl
It - ft Imnd. She. In Hhort. bulllt-d
... . .
1,4 'I'.irt, rnii:iiroi ny, himi
j(urKtr,,yd grew utort tiud more im&-
. .
irti annul It.
"I cau't undfrntand you, MU Mul-
lln - - ha aald a or two latr.
i'V hwn ruKulng you in hlua
trt.ukg an1 y(nl-v0 ncvt.r a
hKlr."
"We're trolned to ataml curalne, Mr.
Muruntroyd," anawerod Mian llulllna,
little primly.
"Why are you ao atflnd-fnnliT You
folk (lou't aeem human," he growled.
"Don't you think what you call hu
man may he a little lunuman, iir.
Jlurgntroydf ahe anked.
Wliut do I cull human?''
Why why, hilling II up, and and
drinking and having a good time,"
aald Mia Mulllna quietly.
Murgalroyd sneered. "So my repu
tation baa preceded uie, baa it?" be
demanded.
Mt- . .t .. .. tf f,rl,t. .
I on IllOfl imfcur in.', ii.
royd."
"What have you heard about me"
Mm you really wlxh ine to tell you?"
"i:eryihlng-- pl'-awe."
"(li, Mr. Mnrgatroytl, I'm taking a
liberty. I know, but hut I know jott
gitva fifty ihoiiHH.id tlotlars to tbt
Children' fund, and"
"Juat a whim. Well?"
"And It aeeined ao and, a unhappy
that you ahtiuld live without without
Uinlerataiidlng Hfe. Thoae tlilni-'S
aren't life, drinking and -and you,
vou kin'v what I mean."
v . ... .. .....
"Wouieti, eh? See nere, aiimi aiui-
llna, I've never yet met me wumuu
whom I'd ralne my little linger for.
They're all alike, after the money and
(he gay time."
"Some may not he." Mihh muiiiiis
looked at him tearful, angry, reso
lutely.
Murgntroyd atared at her. "Maybe
you're right," he muttered.
The !uy before be waa to leave the
hoapKat he aald to her: "Mi Mul
llna, we've got to he pretty gootl
frl la while I've been here. And
I-ve been Htudylng you. Will you fr
Klve urn If I ""J llHt 1 wa lmse
enough, when you llrat to
about thlnga to judge you as I should
have Judged the other women of iuy
acquaintance?"
Vou mean, Mr. Murgntroyd?"
-I thought you were trying It on.
Don't be angry 1th me for a.iylng
that. I've repented In dust und
nalie. and that's in the nature of a
confeaalon. MIsh Mulllna, I tlo believe
there are different women In the wor d
-only I haven't been lucky enough to
.hem. And I'm o glad I've met
- . ... It hV
-by ask-
you and I ' ,'.
yu " " .
... .cm... .ri,.ii n ttle. i am
so sorry." l" faltered
So the proposition docsn t appeal
mw!m " s"'"""'
lie hurst out furiously.
be4T were playing with me, then I"
"I wasn't I" ..
.What did you want to preach to
for? I tell you all you women n
, e. you were lending me on, in
ur own way just .. those other worn-
In led niern, in theirs
I'leiise, Mr. iiurKii".'"-
'chore. I'm sorry
Forgive nie. Ann
...i.i von ..lease leave me a
littler'
-r,hr2-chair for.
Ai l he sat st-IU In Mb chair tor
nB time wondering. Cert n Inly h ha
,,K.V. s Miss Mullim. bud s
d
long
bill
That hut" was endless.
Logic.
-Boston Transcript.
JmZ th. candid
your si'c""'
V''l,"a- . .... ...,., n...se days,"
re
oC-
"I'm ,,ru"-v . ,,n,l the .1
-lied Senator w ,
tor
has orderea p.ij
A Man and His
Mirth
ft By ANA
By ANNE WHITFIELD
C. lHJJ, by Wtnlarn N.w.vr Union.)
The Healing bouta were coming In
Into Crn.id hay, Four montha tbey
bad been at ae, hunting the lutrpa
ii nd hoiiila all Id- way up the rocky,
Icebound aluire of Labrador. Tbey
weio coining In lndcn with pell a.
Old Ilt'iul llt-i lard counted them
through IiIh ghiMHCM from the top of
Ibe cliff. Twenty that waa right!
No, only nineteen I Waa It nineteen
or twenty? If It were nineteen that
mount tragedy, never far from thorn;
wiifarerH Uvea. lie could not tllacern
clearly, nnd went on counting.
Along the ahore, and by the edge
of the tiny pier, tlmhc who had stayed
at homes ifliuok their heiida at one an
other. "Wlint will Gforgr; Haclne do when
he harns thut hla brother Pierre baa
married the girl he was engaged to?"
"Will be try to kill him?"
"Hey, they ure very well matched,
that pair. It would 1 bull against
bull."
Marie Undue, the bride, who had
turned from the one brother to the
other after her flrat lover's departure
on the neallng voyage, aat at the door
of her cottage, trembling. She loved
her huHbaml, but ahe had always been
terribly afruld of Georges. That was
why ahe hud got engaged to him.
(ieorgea bad demanded that they be
engaged, and ahe had not had the
nfreiigth to refuse him. Besides,
Oorgea had dominated her, as he
dominated every one In the port, by
bin mental and physical proweas.
What would Georges do? The
watchers pictured bin elemental wrath,
the furious fight that would ensue,
though It would te too late. Too late
to unjoin those whom the priest had
Joined, nut Marie trembled.
"Take thy revolver or thy knife,
dear I'lerre," ahe begged. "But not to
hurt him, only to protect thyself."
"Ho. I am not afraid of Georges l"
boasted Pierre, as he swaggered out
of hla cottage toward the wharf. "I
am as good a man as he Is better,
clue thou hadst not married me eh,
little Marie?"
He klKwil her noisily.
"Perhaps that plan Is better," sobbed
the bride. "But It will be terrible to
fare him."
"Ho, there will be no need for thee
to face him!" answered her husband
"If he as much as caRts a black look
at thee or me I shall hammer him into
twined wood with my fists."
Marie looked In admiration after the
stalwart figure of her husband as he
swaggered along the sandy road to
ward the pier. He passed toward the
pierhead, and the crow d, watching the
boats, turned their heads ana sani.
"Here conies Pierre Bnclne,
"What will happen when they meet?
Would It not be better to send for the
cuie?"
"No. let them fight It out."
"Suiipose they kill each other?"
"That can linrdly be. If they have
knlveit, we must disarm them. Bad
blood gels worse hy keeping; let them
flirht It out and lie friends.
"That they will never he. Both
brothers loved the girl almost to mad-
ness.
They llstenod to Tlerre, who was
boasting, perhaps because he was
secretly uneasy, and wished to keep
mi his snlrlts. "Friends, I Have noin
lug but my fists, but I married my wife
fnirlv. anil I'll hold lieri ir my nroui
r Chorees so much as casts a black
l.wit Of At lit Til hammer him Into
nnlni-rt wood."
Tdev looked nt him in admiration
There was no one in the village
could stand up to either Georges or
Plnrre.
Pierre roared with laughter. "It will
be amusing to watch bis face when he
learns" he snld. "And I shall tell
him I shall sny, 'Eh. Georges, dost
ti,,i remember the little Marie to
whom thou wast engaged?' 'Well?' be
replies. 'And now sue is iu.
'Married? Show me the dog' 'It Is I,
Georges.' That is all. And, as I said,
n will be amusing to watcn ins iace.
The sealing boats were quite near
now They came on with tne sun sinn
ing ou their canvas sails, forming in
line as they moved up the hurbor,
each townrd Its place on the side of
the pier. Foremost came the vessel of
old Henri Bedard's son, and there was
old Henri, waiting to meet it.
The wills cr.me down, the ships were
almost alongside. Voices exchanged
lmlK I'lerre IUclne stood nenr the
head of the pier, scanning to find hre
hrother'S ship.
Eh " croaked old Henri, "there are
nineteen of you, not twenty. Who is
mIKhSyes, to pulped wood, If he In
terferes with me. I shall tell him,"
Pierre declaimed among his cronies.
someone was shouting. W The
crowd suddenly grew silent. "Georges
taclne's ship, host in the ice. Georges
and his boy." Eh, there would be no
fllht after all. It was lucky Georges
ilnl not left Marie a widow.
"n lierre stopped In the midst of his
bragging and stumbled homeward It
wag si- s if Ge0rgCS "Ud 6
him after all.
Strategic Sentiment.
" "When Josh went to school." re
marked Farmer Corntassel, "I gave
fountain pen and made him
J em! to use It every time he wrote
0 us dear old folks at home.
1 Tha was nice ana sentimental "
rnrtlcal. too. That foun-
tn.n oen'll be wore out In a week or
tain pen i v , -ow
8.n' troublesome to write homo for
more funds."-Wasningtou ew.
At the Land's
End
By JUSTIN WENTWOOD
(l), MM, by Wntarn Nwppr Union.)
Land's End la a desolate strip of
hind Jutting 'far out Into the ocean.
It Is dotted with sparse fishermen's
cabins, here and there is a stjuuUer;
nobody seeimi to own Lund'a Knd, no
body goes there,
Ellliu Beed set his lobster riots and
enrried his catch across th bay to the
I ly
nearest market. His father had lived
there, too. Land's End was home to
him. It should have been to June, a
sullen, discontented girl who had al
ternate moods of Joy and laughter. .
"June's not one of us," said the Por
tuguese squatters. "You can see It In
her face."
What she was no one knew. She
had been washed up from a wreck, 20
years before, a babe, miraculously
breathing. All the rest of the pussen
gers had gone down when the ship,
ripped by the Needle, sank to the bot
tom of Deep Hole.
Elibu Beed adopted her. Ills wife
cared for her until Bhe died. Then
the girl stayed with her adopted fa
ther, cooked for him, kept house, biinu
was not a tyrant, Just a somber, re
ligious man with the elemental
strength and gloom of the sea In his
soul. He never understood June.
"What d'you want to go away forT"
he would demand when the girl was
Insistent. "It's good enough for me;
It ought to be good enough for you.
Haven't I brought you up as my own
eal?"
"I can't stand for it nere,-' June
muttered "I want to Bee tne city, i
want a little fun."
It nn- the err of youth. Ellhu
took counsel of a neighbor.
She'll be ready to settle down
than love comes along." he said.
They're all alike at that age."
Love came where no one would have
looked for It. In- the person of Tom
Santle. the neighbor's son, a melatt
choly, Introspective boy who played
the fiddle drearily along the aunes,
had ambitions which every one could
see were destined never to be realized.
It was propinquity, perhaps, a chance
word or two. a kiss, an embrace they
were engaged.
t Ann't -on what she can see in
Tom Santley." the neighbors said.
"I can't see how sha can bullyrag
him that way, or why he stands for
it."
The bitterness of their quarrels
spread through Lands fc.na. ne
gibed at him, flouted him, ana ruii
they remained engaged. They were
to be married In the summer. Tom
was reclaiming land, running up a
cottage. And they seemed at mortal
strife! What would it be after mar
riage? One day an astonishing rumor ran
through the community, fciinu nuu
received a letter from the American
consul at Padua, or Pavla. or fior
ence, or one of those outlandish places.
June's parentage had been traced. It
happened through a man who was
spending the summer at Land's End
the year before, an artist who painted
knew Italy, and had seen the Italian
name written, inside one of June's
baby garments.
June belonged to a wealthy family
nt rndun. or Milan, or Genoa. They
were ennobled, too. They had lost a
crandchild. years before, In a wreck,
while the father and mother were pro
ceeding to Washington, where the man
had a diplomatic appointment, inai
was how the story ran.
Ellhu stood perplexed, holding the
letter. At first he did not know
whether to tell June or not. He loved
the girl In his own fashion, and he
dreaded letting her go to foreign
countries. Ellhu did not trust foreign
ers; they ran at you with knives, poi
soned you, ate snails, frogs' legs and
mice, and were generally queer.
He decided it was her right to know.
"There y' are, June, my gal," he said,
flinging the letter down on the table.
"Now you can do what you've long
had a mind to do. You've always
kicked against the pricks In Land's
End. Go and take whatever s com
tne to vou."
June read the letter, white of face,
tense lipped. Then Tom's flute was
heard and she shuddered. Tom was
coming In.
"Don't let him know!" whispered
June.
"I guess he'll have to know," said
Elihu.
I rm not going," said June. I
I only wanted the right to go, If I
chose not to go. I love Land's
End."
Tom came In, looking uncertainly
at his betrothed; he feared her tem
per. June flung the letter into the
stove.
"Hello, Tom!" she said, ktsslng
him.
Just that. But the look in her
eyes told him that the past was dead
nnd forgotten. With arms linked they
left the cottage nnd paraded across
the dunes toward the sea.
"Well, I'm swished," said Elihu.
"June always was queer. It's that
there foreign blood In her."
His Inquiry.
"Say, what's happened to that kid?"
demanded Gap Johnson of Rumpus
Ridge. "He looks different from com
mon, some way."
"I've just made him scrub his face
with soft soap and hot water," replied
Mrs. Johnson.
"That so? What was your idy?
You hain't expecting that he'll be took
sick and you'll have to call the doc
tor for him, are you?" Kansas City
Star.
When Fortune
Knocks
By GILBERT PAYNE
ID, 1122, br Waatcrn Newcpapar union.
Chester ISaynes leaned ,back In his
sent In the railway compartment, hot
und uncomfortable. It was a wilting
Juiy day, and li bud come twenty
seven miles on a disagreeable Journey,
Itnyneaj was district attorney for a
tiny rural territory thut had practical-
no criminals, and lie had regarded
the Job as a sinecure until "Dopy"
Troop, a notorious criminal, saw nt
to turn his activities to his direction,
and, entering the house of an old
lady, murdered her in cold blood and
got away with a haul of several thou
sund dollars' worth of Jewelry.
The old lady In question happened
to be highly connected with certain
Influences. Wherefore, on the fifth
day after the Occurrence, when
"Dopy" appeared to have made nis
get-away successfully, Chester Baynes
received a summons to the capital
to undergo a grilling at the hands
of the eovernor.
He took with him the chief, or po
lice, who had been a grocer, and
whose severest task had hitherto been
the impounding of stray dogs and the
pursuit of urchins caught In the act
of stealing apples or-tying tin cans
to curs talis,
The train was practically empty,
except for the chief of police, lolling
asleen In one corner, with his moutn
open, and a voluminous old lady op
posite Baynes. who sniffed prodigious
ly, In the Intervals of applying her
handkerchief to her nose,
The slow way-train went jogging
along, stopping unreasonably every
few minutes, as It seemed to Ches
ter. He wiped his wet forehead with
his handkerchief, then rammed It
down his collar, then put It back In
his pocket. Everything was sticky and
humid and it would be hotter still
when Baynes had his Interview with
the governor and tried to explain
why "Dopy" Troop had not yet been
detected.
The chief of police Insisted that
he was hiding somewhere near the
acene of the murder, until the hue
and cry died away, but Chester Baynes,
and all the rest of the citizens, were
sure that he had made bis getaway.
The train logged on, Chester got
hotter and hotter, the police chier
snored, and the old lady, leaning
back with her eyes closed, sniffed.
Chester listened to the music of the
wheels, and he fitted a sniff into every j
sixth revolution. Sometimes it came,
sometimes It Just missed. At last it
became unbearable. He leaned for
ward In his seat.
"For God's sake stop that sniffing,
madam !" he said.
The old woman opened her eyes,
looked at him mildly, and went to
sleep again. Sniff sniff sniff. Out
came the handkerchief.
Chester was becoming absolutely
frantic. He sat there, thinking of
what tke governor would say to hira
and of what he would say to the
governor.
"Sniff! Sniff!"
Chester was feeling murderous. He
leaned, forward again and bellowed In
the old lady's ear :
"For God's sake, madam, stop that
sniffing. I tell you I can't bear It."
The old lady opened her eyes again,
looked at him, and nodded politely.
Evidently the old lady was stone deaf.
She thought he had made some re
mark about the weather. She leaned
back, closed her eyes again.
"Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!"
Chester glanced deliberately about
him, and his eyes reii on tne ponce
chiefs gold-headed cane, which had
been presented to him by admirers
on the-occa'slon of his vacating the
grocery counter for his more exalted
office. He had lost all control over
himself. He felt homicidal.
'Sniff! Sniff!"
Chester Baynes raised the cane and
held It, knob downward, In the air.
"Sniff! Sniff!"
Chester Baynes let the knob fall
on the old lady's head.
An oath burst from the old lady's
lips. The chief of police sat up and
rubbed his eyes. Chester rubbed his.
The stick had knocked off the wig
with the bonnet, discloslug the cropped
head of a red-haired ruffian, who wns
even now making a quick dash for the
window.
"Hold him!" the police chief shout
ed. They grasped the man, who was
fighting like a demon. But, Impeded
by his skirts, he was at last downed,
and held upon the floor of the com
partment, while willing hands soon
reduced him to a condition of Im
potence. "I knew it was 'Dopy' Troop soon
as I heard him sniffing," said the pant
ing police chief. "That's 'snow' In
that handkerchief."
Chester Baynes looked at him with
bitterness thut gradunlly changed to
nonchalance.
"It doesn't matter what you and I
tell the governor, as long as we stick
to It," he answered.
Right Thing but Wrong Time.
"Don't you thinfc we ought to ex
tend our business a little?" asked the
Junior partner.
"We'll be blamed lucky," replied
the senior partner, "if we can extend
our notes." Boston Transcript.
Vacancy Somewhere. "
"Lunk says he can write best on an
empty stomach."
"His stuff suggests to me. that It
was written with an empty head."
Boston Transcript.
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