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"HEADS OR TAILS"
By Verda Matteson Joyce
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"Hello yourself" suspiciously.
Thus two young men of Irvington,
meeting, almost collided at a hedge
and tree-environed corner of the
"New tennis racket?" projected the
first speaker, Albion Merkle, after a
critical stare at the, paper-enveloped
parcel the other carried and clearly
outlined as to shape.
"Oh, yes," was carelessly nodded,
with a free swing of the article in
question. "Yours a golf club?"
"That's it," acquiesced Merkle, cas
ually. "See here, aren't we working
at cross purposes?"
"What do you mean?" questioned
"Nellie Miss Warren. Oh, come
now, Dallas! You're thinking of a
game at tennis with that charming
"I am going to her home this after
"So am I," coolly asserted Merkle.
"You see, it comes to a problem of
precedent. I'm the oldest. I've known
,fi,fic longest, and her venerable father
pleasantly told me that my company
was acceptable?' -
"Why!" flared out Dallas, "he said
exactly that same thing to me."
"Yes, he is a liberal minded old fos
sil and wants to give his lovely daugh
ter a chance. Here's three of us and
the best man wins."
"Three?" questioned Dallas.
"I'm including Roy Elston."
"You needn't His cake is dough."
"How do you know?"
"Old Warren told me so. That is,
he entertains a suspicion that Elston
is a fighter. Those scars on his face
make the old fellow suspect he was
a prize fighter once You know Mr
Warren is almost Quakerish in his
dislike for fighting."
"H'm!" muttered Merkle. "Then i
it's between you and I See here, we
both want to see the charming Nellie
this afternoon. I'll toss you to see
"Done!" acquiesced Dallas.
The shrewd eyes of his companion
twinkled cunningly as he thrust his
hand into his pocket He fumbled
two coins there.
"One guess," he said. "Heads or
Merkle smiled to himself as he fin-
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He Produced One.
gered those ready coins under cover.
He produced one. Dallas tossed.
"Lost," announced Merkle cheerily
as it came down tails.
As the precious twain who had
risked their chances if it ever came
to the ears of Nellie Warren that her
company had been bargained for as
if she were a prize package went
their way, just behind the hedge there
arose in view a smiling, bright-faced