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616 to be married right after church to-day. And it was very much all right with young Starr and the other girl. Wasn’t she a pippin, with the make-up scrubbed off? And the old man was plumb strong for her, when they got out!” George medi- tated. ‘‘ There must be a streak of crook in him; I think he admired the stunt she was going to pull on him. Yes, it was a success at that!” “Well, I shouldn’t call it a success,”’ Geraldine said, rising. “I'll get you an- other kettle of water, George. I’d just sit there and thank my lucky stars that I’d escaped from my very last effort of the kind—alive!”’ George’s pathetic smile vanished. He sighed heavily, and nodded down at the steam clouds. ~ You said something that time, Gerry! me he agreed gloomily.. (The To be exact, it was when ‘Aleck Wheeler and I first plunged into the theatrical business. Since that time we have been in and out of the theatrical busi- ness several times in what is called rotation. There is a fatal fascination about the dra- matic industry. It is something like the celebrated “‘ call of the wild.” In fact, it is a good deal like it. Anyway, you always want to go back. The third day after the sheriff has dropped round and closed you out finds you figuring on how to crash back Tt happened quite a long time ago. THE ARGOSY. It may have been the rattle of the tea- kettle as Geraldine drew some of the rea- sonably warm fluid from the hot-water fau- cet, or it may have been the faint pop of the gas as she lighted the largest burner again in the stove. At any rate, Hannah roused, creaked out of bed, and opened her door. She found her mistress busily engaged and singing very softly. sf How come you can sing with a man lak that?” Hannah inquired without pref- ace. Geraldine started and then flashed a smile at her maid. It was a tired smile, yet bril- liant and happy; and while, of course, Ger- aldine was not in the habit of discussing her husband with her maid, she made an exception in this case. ‘He isn’t like that any more, Hannah,” she said serenely. ‘‘ He’s cured now.” She was right about that. End.) 2635 cre aM by Samuel G. Camp in again. Anyhow, that’s the way it has been with Aleck Wheeler and J. We have found that there is a great deal of fascina- tion attached to the drama; but if there is anything else attached to it, it is still there for all of Aleck and me. : But at the time I am writing about, Aleck and I were pretty well fixed. We had accumulated quite a large sum of money by various methods, including a modicum of light, pleasant work, and a sixty-to-one shot on an animal named Blue Bells, which was quietly piped off to Aleck ( Cl Q) 6) Oy QO) S (C(O)