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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 05, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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A BURGLARIOUS FLIRTATION
By A. Tenny Spring.
(Copyright by W. CfT Chapman.)
"Sorry you have to go back to
New York, old man," said Fred
Holmes to Arnold Rittenhouse.
The two young men had been
friends at college and ever since.
They had been enjoying a fishing va
cation together when Rittenhouse's
firm summoned him on a matter of
urgent business, which would cut
three days -out of his holiday. How-
"No!" Said the Young Lady.
ever, Arnold was to rejoin his friend
as soon as possible.
"I hope you won't find it too hot in
August," Holmes continued. "I used
to think New York made a good sum
mering place, with a cool apartment
and most of the people gone. But I
don't know that I want to see the
city again."
He sighed, with the despondency of
twenty-five. Fred was a young man
of means and could make his home
wherever he chose. He had had an
unhappy love affair, the details of
which he had confided to his friend.
It was the case of an ambitious
mother in Europe set upon a title for
her daughter, a dangling suitor with
the prospect of an earl's coronet, and
a young American eating out his
heart in loneliness.
"Honest, Arnold, if you could see
Rita I think you'd be as crazy about
her as I am," he said to his friend.
She's got a little sister, Beth, that's
almost as stunning, too. Now Beth
is a regular madcap. If only the
mother had picked her. for the mar
riage! But she took Rita to Europe
and left Beth behind. The old Earl
can't last long, and his brother, who's
fifty if he's a day, isn't good enough
to wipe Rita's shoes!"
Arnold had rented a furnished
apartment for the summer months
through an agent, the owners having
gone to Europe till September. He
was glad to have this refuge when he
returned to the broiling city. New
York was oppressively hot, and the
apartment, on Riverside Drive, was
cool and dark. A current of air blew
up the Hudson, rendering it one of
the most habitable places south of
the Adirondacks.
Rittenhouse flung himself down in
his rented morris chair that evening
with a sigh of relief. Not for him
the amusement of sitting in a hot
theater listening to a comedian
wheezing to an almost empty house!
He knew better than that. He was
going to cut his stay in New York as
short as possible by the simple pro
cess of sleeping as long as he was
able. And the firm had promised him
an extra week.
He took off his coat and unbutton
ed his collar. Then, with natural per
versity, the collar button slipped out
of his fingers. It would no doubt have
rolled under the bureau had that not
been impossibly far away. Therefore
it choose the next best place; it rolled
under the bed.
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