erstand it's a
different article and no infringement at all. Then there's another
thing: you see all during while I was sick he had my salary paid to
me it amounts to considerable, I was on my back so long. Under the
circumstances, because I'm quitting, I don't feel as if I ought to
accept it, and so I'll have a check for him in the letter to cover it,
and I want to be sure he knows it, and gets it personally. If it had to
go through a lot of other people, the way it would if I put it in the
mail, why, you can't tell. So what I thought: if you'd hand it to him
for me, and maybe if he happened to read it right then, or anything,
it might be you'd notice whatever he'd happen to say about it--and you
could tell me afterward."

"All right," Lohr said. "Certainly if you'd rather do it that way, I'll
hand it to him and tell you what he says; that is, if he says anything
and I hear him. Got it written?"

"No; I'll send it around to you last of the week." Adams moved
toward his taxicab. "Don't say anything to anybody about it, Charley,
especially till after that."

"All right."

"And, Charley, I'll be mighty obliged to you," Adams said, and came back
to shake hands in farewell. "There's one thing more you might do--if
you'd ever happen to feel like it." He kept his eyes rather vaguely
fixed on a point above his friend's head as he spoke, and his voice was
not well controlled. "I been--I been down there a good many years and
I may not 'a' been so much use lately as I was at first, but I always
tried to do my best for the old firm. If anything turned out so's they
DID kind of take offense with me, down there, why, just say a good word
for me--if you'd happen to feel like it, maybe."

Old Charley Lohr assured him that he would speak a good word if
opportunity became available; then, after the cab had driven away,
he went up to his small apartment on the third floor and muttered
ruminatively until his wife inquired what he was talking to himself
about.

"Ole Virg Adams," he told her. "He's out again after his long spell of
sickness, and the way it looks to me he'd better stayed in bed."

"You mean he still looks too bad to be out?"

"Oh, I expect he's gettin' his HEALTH back," Lohr said, frowning.

"Then what's the matter with him? You mean he's lost his mind?"

"My goodness, but women do jump at conclusions!" he exclaimed.

"Well," said Mrs. Lohr, "what other conclusion did you leave me to jump
at?"

Her husband ex