losive
burst of enthusiasm, "I nearly got a thrill--another one like that on
the trolley car. The last place you'd expect it, too, in the midst of
stiff formality and waiters so cold and haughty they might have risen
from the dead."

"I suppose this was the ravishing girl at the cigar counter?" said
Barnes, ironically.

"Nothing of the sort--never smoked a cigar in her life--I mean, that
is, well, something entirely different. But she was a beauty! Golden
bronze hair--Titian never painted anything like it; the bluest eyes
behind the most wonderful dark lashes, creamy white skin"----

"And you followed her to a cloak factory, where you found"----

"Please wait till I finish, Whitney. I followed her nowhere, though
she interested me tremendously. I wish you could have seen her eat."

"Eat?"

"Particularly the grapefruit. By Jove, Barnes, that girl certainly
loves grapefruit! It was fascinating. I couldn't keep my eyes off of
her."

"And did she notice you?" quizzed Barnes, raising his eyebrows.

"She was too busy," came the gloomy rejoinder. "I watched her
steadily, fairly bored her with my eyes--tried to will her to look at
me. They say you can do that, you know--mental telepathy, projecting
thought waves or something of the sort."

"Oh, rot!" cried Barnes, impatiently. "I tried that on a dog once and
I've got the scar yet."

"But I tell you, Whitney, it almost worked. After a time her eyelids
began to flutter and the roses in her cheeks bloomed darker. But just
as I felt sure she would look up and see me--splash! the grapefruit
hit her in the eye!"

"What!" ejaculated Whitney Barnes, wheeling open-mouthed and facing
his friend.

"The juice, I mean," Gladwin laughed ruefully, "and, of course, the
spell was broken. She never looked again. Dash it all, there's some
sort of a lemon in all my romances!"

"You certainly do play in tough luck," sympathized Barnes. "I can see
that you need bucking up, and I think I've got the right kind of
remedy for you. Wait, I'll call Bateato."

Whitney Barnes stepped briskly across the room and pressed a button.
In a twinkling the little Jap appeared.

"Bateato," said Barnes, "has your master any hunting clothes at the
hotel?"

"Ees, sair!" responded the Jap. "Plenty hotel--plenty house. We no
time pack all clothes--go sail too quick."

"Plenty here--splendid!" enthused Barnes. "Pack a bag for him,
Bateato, this instant--enough things to last a couple of weeks."

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