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ladys Maud cried, because she had taken a sudden dislike to the village idiot; and Mike settled himself in the corner and opened a magazine.He was alone in the carriage. Bob, who had been spending the last week of the holidays with an aunt further down the line, was to board the train at East Wobsley, and the brothers were to make a state entry into Wrykyn together. Meanwhile, Mike was left to his milk chocolate, his magazines, and his reflections. The latter were not numerous, nor profound. He

er. It struck at the root of all things.'But I do mind,' objected Jelliffe. 'It's most important. A lot of money hangs on it. We've got a sweepstake on in the company, the holder of the winning name to take the entire receipts. Come on. Who is he?' Henry rose and made for the door. His feelings were too deep for words. Even a minor detective has his professional pride; and the knowledge that his espionage is being made the basis of sweepstakes by his quarry cuts this to the quick. 'Here, don't

moking a cigarette and entertaining himself with meditations in which thoughts of Alice competed for precedence with graver reflections connected with the subject of the correct stance for his approach-shots. Reggie's was a troubled spirit these days. He was in love, and he had developed a bad slice with his mid-iron. He was practically a soul in torment."Lady Caroline asked me to tell you that she wishes to speak to you, Mr. Byng." Reggie leaped from his seat. "Hullo-ullo-ullo!

the actual composition of the volume fora small fee. It is only necessary that the young lady's name shouldappear on the title page.""That's true," said Corky. "Sam Patterson would do it for a hundreddollars. He writes a novelette, three short stories, and ten thousandwords of a serial for one of the all-fiction magazines under differentnames every month. A little thing like this would be nothing to him.I'll get after him right away." "Fine!" "Will that

The Sunshine Of A Fair Spring Morning Fell Graciously On London Town. Out In Piccadilly Its Heartening Warmth Seemed To Infuse Into Traffic And Pedestrians Alike A Novel Jauntiness, So That Bus Drivers Jested And Even The Lips Of Chauffeurs Uncurled Into Not Unkindly Smiles. Policemen Whistled At Their Posts--Clerks, On Their Way To Work; Beggars Approached The Task Of Trying To Persuade Perfect Strangers To Bear The Burden Of Their Maintenance With That Optimistic Vim Which Makes All The

ladys Maud cried, because she had taken a sudden dislike to the village idiot; and Mike settled himself in the corner and opened a magazine.He was alone in the carriage. Bob, who had been spending the last week of the holidays with an aunt further down the line, was to board the train at East Wobsley, and the brothers were to make a state entry into Wrykyn together. Meanwhile, Mike was left to his milk chocolate, his magazines, and his reflections. The latter were not numerous, nor profound. He

er. It struck at the root of all things.'But I do mind,' objected Jelliffe. 'It's most important. A lot of money hangs on it. We've got a sweepstake on in the company, the holder of the winning name to take the entire receipts. Come on. Who is he?' Henry rose and made for the door. His feelings were too deep for words. Even a minor detective has his professional pride; and the knowledge that his espionage is being made the basis of sweepstakes by his quarry cuts this to the quick. 'Here, don't

moking a cigarette and entertaining himself with meditations in which thoughts of Alice competed for precedence with graver reflections connected with the subject of the correct stance for his approach-shots. Reggie's was a troubled spirit these days. He was in love, and he had developed a bad slice with his mid-iron. He was practically a soul in torment."Lady Caroline asked me to tell you that she wishes to speak to you, Mr. Byng." Reggie leaped from his seat. "Hullo-ullo-ullo!

the actual composition of the volume fora small fee. It is only necessary that the young lady's name shouldappear on the title page.""That's true," said Corky. "Sam Patterson would do it for a hundreddollars. He writes a novelette, three short stories, and ten thousandwords of a serial for one of the all-fiction magazines under differentnames every month. A little thing like this would be nothing to him.I'll get after him right away." "Fine!" "Will that

The Sunshine Of A Fair Spring Morning Fell Graciously On London Town. Out In Piccadilly Its Heartening Warmth Seemed To Infuse Into Traffic And Pedestrians Alike A Novel Jauntiness, So That Bus Drivers Jested And Even The Lips Of Chauffeurs Uncurled Into Not Unkindly Smiles. Policemen Whistled At Their Posts--Clerks, On Their Way To Work; Beggars Approached The Task Of Trying To Persuade Perfect Strangers To Bear The Burden Of Their Maintenance With That Optimistic Vim Which Makes All The