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had identified the voice as that of other girl, but you would ldn’t g . or fainting! Even if you did frighten “What other girl?” Royce r. You did it. She’s accepted me,” Bill _ sleepily. ae _ raved happily. “ Just a few hours ago. I “The girl,” Bill answered promptly had to tell you right away.” “Then — but — what — why—Bi _ “ What are you thanking me for?” Royce call-me up again some time or ser said crossly. ‘‘ Weren’t you trying to climb diagram. I congratulate you anyhoy out of it?” commiserate the lady. "D-night.?” = _ “Climb out of it! With Millicent! No, Royce stood for a moment looking eee you iguana. She’s the reason why I want- silenced telephone as his faculties dimly Pas “fs i has yo * ed to get rid of the other one.” wrestled with the news. Then he chuckled, _ “What other one?” asked Royce, un- venting a noise like a rusty saw biting into gluing an eye in somnolent semi-surprise. a box. ' “The one that was on my trail. That “It was altruism, all right,” he assured one eloped with a submarine lieutenant on the telephone, sighed an inexplicable sigh Tuesday. She thought he was so heroic. after the manner of bachelors on such oc- The vamp! I tried to tell you this was the casions, and went back to bed. U U U TO-DAY | HAVE such flowers of truth for you, Dear one, as you like best, And Memory’s patient fingers keep For me—the withered—trest; ; I sort my words as vendors do Their blossoms, bright and dull, That when you come within my room Life shall be colorful; Ms For you—gay speech, my dreams of gold “4 4 When skies have opened blue— Welty» ike ~a But Memory holds some faded hours I will not give to you. comicbooks.com