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re we can get away from all these people." A taxicab with a trunk in front whirled into the street, kicked itself to a stop, and the head clerk and Millie spilled out upon the pavement. They talked so fast, and the younger brother and Grace talked so fast, that the boarders, although they listened intently, could make nothing of it. They distinguished only the concluding sentences: "Why don't you drive down to the wharf with us," they heard the elder brother ask, "and see our royal suite?" But the younger brother laughed him to scorn. "What's your royal suite," he mocked, "to our royal palace?" An hour later, had the boarders listened outside the flat of the head clerk, they would have heard issuing from his bathroom the cooling murmur of running water and from his gramophone the jubilant notes of "Alexander's Rag-time Band." When in his private office Carroll was making a present of the royal suite to the head clerk, in the main office Hastings, the junior partner, was addressing "Champ" Thorne, the bond clerk. He addressed him familiarly and affectionately as "Champ." This was due partly to the fact that twenty-six years before Thorne had been christened Champneys and to the coincidence that he had captained the football eleven of one of the Big Three to the championship. "Champ," said Mr. Hastings, "last month, when you asked me to raise your salary, the reason I didn't do it was not because you didn't deserve it, but because I believed if we gave you a raise you'd immediately get married." The shoulders of the ex-football captain rose aggressively; he snorted with indignation. "And why should I not get married?" he demanded. "You're a fine one to talk! You're the most offensively happy married man I ever met." "Perhaps I know I am happy better than you do," reproved the junior partner; "but I know also that it takes money to support a wife." "You raise me to a hundred a week," urged Champ, "and I'll make it support a wife whether it supports me or not." "A month ago," continued Hastings, "we could have promised you a hundred, but we didn't know how long we could pay it. We didn't want you to rush off and marry some fine girl--" "Some fine girl!" muttered Mr. Thorne. "The finest girl!" "The finer the girl," Hastings pointed out, "the harder it would have been for you if we had failed and you had lost your job." The eyes of the young man opened with sympathy and concern. "Is
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