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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 29, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 20

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was a convivial person at the hotel.
"If ever I run across him, I'll break
his head," he swore.
IV.
And Dick ran across him the fol
lowing week in "themost amazing
"way. He was sent out to a western
city to cover a territory left vacant
by the illness of a fellow drummer.
The business done, Dick retired to
his room in the hotel
A door opened softly, and Dick saw
the head and shoulders of Sharpies.
,In a minute he had leaped across the
passage and entered, before the law
yer could draw the bolt.
Sharpies stared at Dick in terror.
"What do you want?" he snarled.
'.'You know," said Dick.
Sharpies realized that it was no
time to make pretenses. "It's not
your business," he swaggered, "but
I'll give you five hundred to get out
and keep your mouth shut."
"You'll give me ten thousand for
Miss Van Nugent," answered Dick.
"It never was ten thousand."
"It's going to be."
"D'you suppose I've got it about
me, you fool?"
Dick went to the telephone and
toucher the receiver. The lawyer
grabbed him by the arm. "I'll give
you two," he blustered.
Dick turned and faced him. "I said
ten, and meant it," he returned. "And
see here! I promised myself the pleas
ure of breaking your head. However,
I guess I can't have everything. Will
you hand over that ten thousand, for
the last time?"
The lawyer took a bill case out of
his pocket and mechanically counted
out the money. There were twenty
bills of five hundred apiece. Dick ex
amined them; they were genuine
enough.
"I guess you've plenty more," he
said.
"It's where you won't get it."
Dick smiled and slipped the bills
into his pocket
V.
the place after all," Dick explained to
Miss Elsie as he handed her the
money.
She was crying softly. "I don't
know what to say or how to thank
you," she sobbed. "It's wonderful
It's wonderful!"
And in her happiness, more at the
proof of his interest than at the re
turn of the money, the years seemed
to fall from Miss Elsie, and there was
almost a girlish flush upon her face.
Dick breathed heavily. "I guess I'm
sorry we can't carry out our arrange
ment," he mumbled. "It wasn't the
place I wanted, but the contents, as
we agreed."
"The furniture? Do you really
want that?"
"No," stammered Dick. "I wanted
you."
And with amazing daring he took
Miss Elsie in his arms and kissed her.
QUITE A REPORTER
There is no news in this settle- .
ment to speak of. We did hear of a
man whose head was blown off- by a
boiler explosion, but we didn't have
time to learn his name. Anyhow, .
he doesn't have no kinfolk in this "
country, so it don't much matter. "
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