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. A ROLE REPEATED
By Frank Filson.
'(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"Confound those storage peo
ple," muttered Tom Bryant, as" he
unlocked the door of his apart
ment and ushered his friend
Wells into an empty room. He
Don't Mention a. Word About It.
stared round him. "Well, of all
the gall!" he exclaimed. "Here's
that confounded landlord of mine
decorated the walls in saffron
when I went over the matter with
him a dozen times and he swore
by all the gods to do them in red.
And the storage men were on
their honor to have my furniture
in today. 'I tell you, Billy, it
makes a fellow tired."
They entered and sat down
upon a board which the painters'
had left stretched out between
two stepladders. Tom lit his pipe
and began puffing savagely.
The men were old .acquain
tances whom fate had driven
apart for many years. Recently
Tom Bryant had been spending
his vacation with Wells in the
Adirondacks, and the latter had
accompanied him back to his
home to be his guest for a few
days. -Mrs. Bryant, who had been
visiting his mother, was expected
on the following-morning.
"I'm going round to the stor
age men the first thing in the
morning'' said Tom, "and I'm
going to tell them some of the
things I won't do to them if they
don't have my goods here before
11 o'clock." He paused and began'
wrinkling his brow. "Billy," he
said, "if 'you'll give me your word
of honor never to breathe a word
of it, I'll tell you of an extraordin
ary thing that happened to me
when I got back from my honey
moon four years ago. Mrs. Bry
ant has never ceased teasing me
about it, but i was mighty seri
ous at the time, and this little epi
sode reminds me of it."
"Word of honor," said William
Wells. "Go ahead, Tom.",
The other struck a fresh match
for his pipe and cast the burried
end into a pail of half dry paint.
"We'd just got back from a
blissful three weeks' honeymoon
in the mountains," he began,