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A THREE-DAYS' HOLIDAY
By Harold Carter
At half-past twelve Dunham, just
home from the office, looked about
his little uptoWflat The flat was
empty and it seemed to inspire in him
a good deal of interest
The living room was empty. The
dining room was empty, though his
wife had left a substantial cold lunch
for him before she went away. His
wife's room was empty and stripped
of her belongings. In fact, Dora Dun
can had gone away for a three days'
vacation without her husband.
Dunham sneered, but it was a mer
ry sneer without a trace of vindic
tiveness about it.
"I guess," he said, "that when Dora
goes away and leaves me a bachelor
she leaves me the privileges of. a
bachelor as well."
Dunham looked the sort of young
man who might have made any wom
an happy. Yet he seemed in a hurry
to get away from his home. He ate
his lunch, packed his suitcase, left
the apartment and took a ticket for
At 30 many men have a good deal
of the boy lett in their systems. Dun
ham, the $l,500-a-year clerk, seemed
to have shaken off the cares of busi
ness and the responsiDllities of mar
ried life at the same time. Before
his wife had departed alone it had
been understood that the financial
situation made a vacation for both
impossible that year. Mentally each
had -reserved the right to a three
days' outing. They had spoken of
this wish' about the same time and
had agreed to try the holiday sep
arately. The train stopped at the station.
Dunham walked toward the hotel,
carrying his bag. He had no sooner
registered than he made his "way
along the boardwalk and beyond it,
to the edge of the summer settle
ment His heart was beating tester than
normally. He knew that somebody
expected him there. In point of fact
he had received and sent postal
cards. When a man has the memory
of several impassioned love affairs
and his wife has gone for three days
The girl in blue was waiting for
him at the edge of the rocks, just
The Girl in Blue Was Waiting. '
where she had promised to be. As
he approached she looked up with a
little smile. For a moment both were
too embarrassed to speak.
"So you came," she said, after a
'"Yes," he answered, taking his
seat upon the pebbly beach at her
side. "I came, my dear. What else
could you expect?"
"And your wife has gone?" asked
the girl gently.
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