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318 a little cad like this can notice it? If so, it is certainly lucky I am leaving for Columbia’s shores to-morrow. What’s the use, Caxton? She would never have had you, and that ends the matter.” Aloud, however, his remarks were of a different tenor. “Look here, shrimp,” he said, tower- ing threateningly over the hussar, “ if you ever dare to breathe, utter, say, or even think such a thing again I’ll come THE THE ARGOSY. half-way across the world, and spend six months in jail, just for the pleasure of dusting your pants once more. - ‘And, oh, Horowitz,” he added gloat- ingly, “what a spanking that will be! What a spanking that will be!” But the gossip had shrunk back terri- fied before the flashing eye and sternly set face bent toward him. “I never will say it, mein herr,’ he shrieked. ‘I never will even think it.” END. Why Galway Lost His Temper. By ROBERT ‘RUSSELL. _ This man certainly appeared to have some justification for getting mad, but yet— ALWAY was a very nice fellow, and his friends always forgave the rare outbursts of temper, which were the only evident faults to which he was obliged to plead guilty. It was on one of the hottest days of a hot August that he gave way to this temper under par- ticularly exasperating circumstances. It was to be a momentous day for him; and as he emtered the large jew- elry store, for the purpose of having his pocketbook repaired, he was full of an- ticipation for the evening. The establishment had manufactured the valuable case, and was one well known throughout the country, boasting a maze of departments. It was not to be wondered at, therefore, that Galway did not seek to ascertain the location of the repair counter himself, but accosted a floor-walker for the information. “At the rear of the store,” responded that dignified official. To the rear, therefore, went the young man. Looking about him in this local- ity, Galway read all sorts of signs, none of which included the word “ Repairs.” Being a resolute person, and not-to be side-tracked or inclined to shift respon- sibility, he returned to the front of the store and again addressed the man whom he had previously interviewed. ‘What part of the rear contains the repair department?” he asked without the slightest trace of impatience. “It is directly in the rear,” returned the dignitary—“ up a flight of stairs.” Back went Galway. Reaching the very back part of the establishment, he spied a small stair- case, and started to ascend it. It was a long flight, and he wondered that an establishment which catered to such a fashionable clientéle would put its pa- trons to such trouble over a matter of repairs. At length he reached the top, and was confronted by a row of forbidding docts, and again the sign “ Repairs” was missing. Desiring to be sure’ that the department was not here, and anx- ious that the slight indignation, which now began to manifest itself, should not be unjustified, Galway spoké to a young man who passed him at that moment. ““T am looking for the repair depart- ment,” he said rather irritably. ‘Is it on this floor?” . “No, sir,” replied the other; “it is on the floor below, reached by a short stairway—only a few steps up.” “ Ah,” soliloquized Galway, “it’s a wonder that they could not be more ex-. plicit.” As he descended the long stairway his impatience gradually rose, so that by the time he gained the ground floor again his vexation, combined with the heat of the day, made him feel a decidedly abused person. (C@ NOOK (C@)