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68 - BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. ber three, which is just the same, bwing him to me at once.”’ : The landlord paused at the door. “See here, stranger, is this all on the square? Re- member, I don’t want any monkey work.’* “‘Squa-ah as a die, sir. *Pon my honah, I assuah you it is, as faras [Iam indiwidually concerned, a mere evwy day appointment. ”’ Mine host retired but half satisfied, not placing great stress evidently on the ‘“honah”’ of his fash- ionable guest. ‘Three minutes later the door was opened cau- tiously, and a feminine head appeared. “Is this room number three?’’ she inquired, in . diffident tones. “Yes, my deah,” said the gallant young man, effusively, ‘“‘come in and look awound.”’’ ‘“‘T’m afraid of you,’’ she said, pursing her lips. ‘‘Am Iso fwightful looking as all that?’’ reproach- fully. ‘‘No, but you’ve got too much style for me.”’ “Weally, I like you-ah looks, ’mazing well, my deah. Do come in a little farth-ah anyhow. You-ah landlawd might discover you and waise a fuss.’’ The girl, emboldened by his persuasion, pushed the door open farther, and stood in full view. A coquettish mobecap placed jauntily on her curly head, supplemented by a short and plain but clean costume, proclaimed her occupation to be that of chambermaid. “Thank you, sir; but Sam isn’t my landlord.”’ ‘‘And you aw not a chambermaid ?’’ SONG.” 2 ‘What the devil are you, then?’’ She gave a feminine shriek of horror. eo ; | comicbooks (e(@) m