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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 10, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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FENTON'S WAGER
By John Elkins
(Copyright, 1917,. W. G. Chapman.)
Bruce Fenton was walking briskly
away from the barber's when a man
blocked his way.
"Isn't this Bruce Fenton?" he
asked.
"Why, Jack Forbush!" exclaimed
the other with hand extended.
"Where did you hail from?"
"Come and dine with me and I'll
tell you."
"Thanks, I can't I've a special
engagement"
"Oh, come now," urged Forbush.
"I haven't seen you in seven years.
Yoti've got to eat somewhere and we
will hustle."
Fenton went somewhat under pro
test, but the delight of again seeing
his old friend was too great a temp
tation to set aside. He was ushered
Into an apartment handsomely fur
nished in oriental style. A subtle
odor of exquisite perfume was every
where. "Well, you must have been knock
ing around in the Far East," ob
served Fenton.
"I have."
Fenton looking about the room dis
covered a slender thread of blue
smoke rising from a cabinet in a
corner.
"Where did you find that incense
burner? It's wonderful?"
Forbush smiled a bit mysteriously.
"I promised not to tell," he said.
Fenton looked guestioningly at the
other man. "Have you become a
Parsee, a Rosicruciantor a Brah
min?" he queried.
"Perhaps a little of all three," was
the rather ambiguous answer.
The dinner was extremely good
and well served by an irreproachable
waiter. After the second course Fen
ton looked nervously at his watch.
"I must be out of here in 15 min
utes," he said. i
"What! You don't mean to slight
my dinner that way!"
"I'm sorry but I told you I had a
pressing engagement"
"Pretty woman?" ventured For
bush a trifle sardonically.
"The loveliest in the world."
"I thought so. To most men there
are only two important engagements,
business and women. That careful
manicuring seemed to point toward a
Sat Still as Though Fascinated. y
lady. But am I not to have a peep -at
her?" .
"Perhaps so, some day."
"After she is securely yours?" ' ,L
. "Exactly. After that" . yf
Fenton beamed." It was his turn
to become mysterious. His friend re
garded him curiously. Fenton meet
ing his eye became serious.
"Somehow, you don't seem to be
the same man I used to know," he
said.
"Perhaps I'm not," laughed For-!

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