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By STUART RIVERS over the edge of the covers at his alarm clock dancing and howling in a fit of rage. With an air of patient suffering he reached out, shut it off and dropped wearily back on the pillow. All at once he became charged with sudden life, and kicking the covers over the foot of the bed, leaped out on the rug. He had just remembered that it had been almost seven hours since he had last gazed upon Constance Gunning’s pic- ture. Yawning and rubbing his fingers through his rumpled hair, he stood before the dresser gazing sleepily into the eyes of a girl’s pho- tograph that smiled back at him from a silver frame. Her hair was evidently light and she wore it quite low on her forehead and piled up at the back, only one couldn't be sure of this because the shadows of the background interfered. Her eyes were also in shadow, but this only made one wish S: HILTON looked reproachfully 893 to see more of them, for they looked like the sort of eyes that could hold all manner of fun and laughter. Altogether she was very pretty. Sam reached this same conclusion just in time to insult her by yawning in her face and stretching his arms over his head as he shivered in the chill morning wind. “ T wonder,” he mused aloud as he shoved his arms into the sleeves of his dressing gown, “if I shall see her to-day?” This prospect was so enticing that he hur- ried into the other room and set the coffee pot on the electric stove, then he disap-— peared into the bathroom, from which, in a moment, some excited remarks testified that Sam was coming to life under the effects of a cold shower. After gaining certain distinction from the fact that he had led the Yale fotbail team to the championship, Sam had entered the intricate world of Wall Street in the ca- comi cbooks.cor