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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 29, 1913, Image 14

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we took the liberty of airing your
apparel. Ring for what you wish,
sir. Delighted to fill all com
mands indeed, sir."
"Well!" exploded Bob, as he
was familiarly known to a host
of friends back at his home in the
east, and he flopped into an easy
chair and stared as his visitor ob
sequiously bowed himself out of
the room.
It took quick-witted Bob only
a brief thinking spell to under
stand that Robert Stewart was a
common name.
"Two Robert Stewarts, eh?" he
ruminated, "and I've arrived first.
Wonder where the other Bob is at
the other end of the line? Why
What Bob asked himself was,
if he dared carry out the assump
tion thrust upon him. He had
just gone through an experience
where frolic and danger were
daily concomitants of a rude
frontier life. He had been out
with a surveying crew, staking
off the great Tanipah Valley. The
government had encouraged an
irrigation project, and land in the
valley had gone up on a boom.
There was not a foot of land in
the Tanipah district Bob had not
gone over. In fact, struck with
the future possibilities in view, he
had got the owner of a ten thou
sand acre tract the choicest prop
erty in the section, to give him a
ninety days' option on his hold
ings. The engineering company
had defaulted on payment. Bob
had thus far arrived at the out
posts of civilization, on his way
to collect from the company at 1
Denver, to find himself stranded.
"I am supposed to be the Rob
ert Stewart who owns that suit '
case," he sololoquized. "All right,
I'll occupy till he comes, and
trust to luck to get out of the
Adventurous Bob found two : '
suits and the accessories to a per
fect outfit. Inside the dressing
case he turned up a photograph.
Ardent Bob thought he had never
seen so lovely a face. He admir
ed this wife, or fiancee, of the
other Robert Stewart.
"Lucky fellow!" mused Bob.
Lots of money, too, I suppose.
Well, he can't grudge me a good
bed and some fine meals. I'll play
the game to the limit."
One hour later Bob sat at a
banquet table, surrounded, as his
companions to make him believe,
by "the leading citizens of the
town." Bob had donned one of
the suits at the hotel. Judge
Slattery had called for him. He
was whirled away in an automo
bile to the club. There were in
troductions, a feast, and, feeling
comfortable over a grand meal,
Bob beamed on these kind friends
who feted and lauded him.
Then the judge and some
others led him into a privae
room. And then they talked
business. Bob opened his eyes i
wide as he learned the details of
that business. He was encourag
ing but uncommunicative. When
he got back to the hotel he wink
ed at himself in the mirror and
When the train from the east
arrived the next morning, a well-

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