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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 21, 1913, Image 18',
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THE WOLF AND THE LAMB
By Frank Filson.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"I beg to remain, lovingly
yours, John P. Stevens," the man
dictated, and Miss Keith, his
stenographer, started round in
" 'Lovingly,' did you say, Mr.
Stevens?" she asked in surprise.
"Surelv vou are not sroingr to
"So You're Going to Desert the
write that to the Anderson Iron
John P. Stevens took the slim
white hand which Miss Keith had
laid upon the back of her chair
and pressed it between his own.
"No, my dear, I meant it for
you," he said. "End the letter in
the usual way."
Miss Keith smiled and ham
mered out the letter upon her
typewriter in a couple of minutes.
Then she glanced up at the clock
and rose, patting her hair. Her
hat hung upon its peg close by.
"One moment, Lucy," said
Stevens. "What would you say
to a little supper somewhere to
night? I've a couple of theater
tickets which might come in
Miss Keith shook her head de
terminedly. "I couldn't," she
"Why not?" demanded
"Somebody might see us
gether' who who "
"Who knows your wife."
"My wife," said Stevens, "has
not seen me for nearly a year and
wouldn't care. During our five
years of wedded life I think I can
say that she has thoroughly tired
of me. Come Lucy, what's the
odds?" he continued. He caught
at the pretty wrists which she
had just released from their paper
cuffs. "Lucy, are you going to
let that come between us when I
love you?" asked Stevens.
He saw the agitation which
she could not hide. Her hands
were trembling as she put on her
hat. "Outside the Hotel Sheffield
at seven?" he whispered, and she
nodded hastily and hurried away.
Stevens leaned back in his
chair and lit a cigar. He was
wondering just how much his
pretty stenographer cared for
him and how much was due to
fact that the Stevens' Protection
company netted him a clear forty
thousand dollars a year. Six