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"Is that straight?"
"On the level."
George concluded that there was sanity in P. Sybarite's eyes.
"Well, I certainly got to slip you the congrats!" he protested. "And
say--you goin' to bounce Whigham and Wimper, too?"
"Yes."
"And whatcha goin' do then?"
"I? To tell you the truth, I'm considering joining the Union and
agitating for an eight-hour Day of Days. This one of mine has been
eighteen hours long, more or less--since I got those theatre tickets,
you know--and I'm too dog-tired to keep my eyes open another minute.
After I've had a nap, I'll tell you all about everything." ...
But he wasn't too tired to read his telegram, when he found himself
again, and for the last time, in his hall bedroom.
It said simply: "I love you.--Marian."
From this P. Sybarite looked up to his reflection in the glass. And
presently he smiled sheepishly, and blinked.
"Perceval...!" murmured the little man fondly.
THE END
_By the author of "The Brass Bowl"_
THE BANDBOX
_By_ LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
Author of "The Day of Days," "The Destroying Angel," etc.
Illustrated by A.I. Keller. Cloth. $1.25 _net_.
Divertingly told, in Mr. Vance's familiarly vigorous style, it never
fails to entertain.--_Boston Transcript._
Mr. Vance uses the wand of a conjurer--his humor comes bubbling to the
surface all the time.--_New York Tribune._
The yarn is excellently calculated to pass the time of a jaded novel
reader.
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