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"I. don't understand' said his
"I was in the office of a friend,
just above the one where that
charming girl was. Dropped my ci
gar. It hit (he window sill below,
startled the young lady and she gave
the flower pot a start downward."
"And therefore?" .suggested Mr.
"I'm going to get this pretty spray
of forget-me-nots repotted, or a
brand new plant. That's justice, isn't
it, uncle mine?"
"H'm!" muttered the old man,
with a keen glance a his nephew.
Meantime, in the law office where
she was stenographer, ' Miss Myra
Gage, the owner of the pretty face, a
sight of which had dulled the rage of
old Riohard Shaw, was in quite a
flutter over all the occurrences of the
moment. She had stared in wonder
as the handsome, well-dressed young
man gathered up the ruins of the
pQtted plant She had seen the irate
old man fling his injured headpiece
away. She turned to the office boy,
who stood by her side.
"You saw this this unfortunate
accident, Billy?" she faltered.
The lad was grinning. It was dull,
usually, in that conventionally se
date law office, and, boylike, Jie wel
comed a deviation from its vapid
"Yes," he bobbed. "The rich gink
is Mr. Shaw. Everybody knows him.
The good-looking guy is his nephew,
Mr. Vernon. He's taken away -the
don't-you-forget-its, hasn't he?" and
Billy chuckled and Myra blushed.
"I want you to go and get that hat
Mr. Shaw threw away," said Myra.
"Bless me! what for?" stared
"Why, you see, it was all my fault
breaking it, Billy," began Myra.
"I don't," dissented Billy vigorous
ly. "That cigar hit your hand and
-startled you. But I'll get the hat, if
you say so? oh sure," and Billy forth
with departed on his mission.
".That, wasaprgttyard dent,"
observed Billy as he reappeared with,
the discarded hat.
"Thank y,ou," said Myra, haiiding
him a quarter. Billy fingered the .coin
"Say," he broke in at' length, "I'll)
give you back the quarter just to
know the idea." 0
"Of what, Billy?" g
"The headgear, the hat You can't
mend it there's a hole clear throtighj
the top. Make it over1 for yourself
eh?" n i
"Maybe, Billy," smiled Myra sweet-j
"Myra examined the hat closely
She found a tag with its number onj
"7." She copied out theiame p
the maker, who operated a seleqt hat
store not a mile distant.
Myra consulted the directory. A
noon the next day she devoted thej
lunch hour to consultation with the,
hatter in question. She received some,
information which pleased her. Mrp
Shaw was a regular- customer, hadj
his hat made on a special blocks
aijd any order in that direction could
be "swift of execution. , ,
The office where Myra worked
closed at five in the afternoon, and
the next day Myra passed through;
the large office where her desk was, a
hat box in her hand, ready -for th
street She had closed her deskj
Now,' at it stood a young man. H$
had unwrapped arparcel and the cov
ering lay on the floort Upon, the desk,
he had just placed a bewilderingljg
beautiful flower pot constructed of
tiles and bronze, and In it was th
forgefcme-not plant l 3
He ' was straightening out the
leaves as Myra approached. He, turn
ed, his face all smiles. It was Har-j
ley Vernon. He lifted his hat prompt-
"You will pardon me," he said,
"but I took' it on myself to replacq
your property which my carelessness,
"I I thank you," faltered Myra
"It was very kind and thoughtful at
you. PiSase pardon me, hut L too,
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