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t way. Maybe it ain't my butt-in, but it goes, anyhow--you strike me as bein' a whole lot to the wrong." The lady's escort indulged in more elegantly expressed but fetching repartee. Corny, eschewing his truck driver's vocabulary, retorted as nearly as he could in polite phrases. Then diplomatic relations were severed; there was a brief but lively set-to with other than oral weapons, from which Corny came forth easily victor. A carriage dashed up, driven by a tardy and solicitous coachman. "Will you kindly open the door for me?" asked the lady. Corny assisted her to enter, and took off his hat. The escort was beginning to scramble up from the sidewalk. "I beg your pardon, ma'am," said Corny, "if he's your man." "He's no man of mine," said the lady. "Perhaps he--but there's no chance of his being now. Drive home, Michael. If you care to take this--with my thanks." Three red roses were thrust out through the carriage window into Corny's hand. He took them, and the hand for an instant; and then the carriage sped away. Corny gathered his foe's hat and began to brush the dust from his clothes. "Come along," said Corny, taking the other man by the arm. His late opponent was yet a little dazed by the hard knocks he had received. Corny led him carefully into a saloon three doors away. "The drinks for us," said Corny, "me and my friend." "You're a queer feller," said the lady's late escort--"lick a man and then want to set 'em up." "You're my best friend," said Corny exultantly. "You don't understand? Well, listen. You just put me wise to somethin'. I been playin' gent a long time, thinkin' it was just the glad rags I had and nothin' else. Say--you're a swell, ain't you? Well, you trot in that class, I guess. I don't; but I found out one thing--I'm a gentleman, by--and I know it now. What'll you have to drink?" XXIV THE DIAMOND OF KALI The original news item concerning the diamond of the goddess Kali was handed in to the city editor. He smiled and held it for a moment above the wastebasket. Then he laid it back on his desk and said: "Try the Sunday people; they might work something out of it." The Sunday editor glanced the item over and said: "H'm!" Afterward he sent for a reporter and expanded his comment. "You might see General Ludlow," he said, "and make a story out of this if you can. Diamond stories are a drug; but this one is big enough to be found by a scrubwoman wrapped up
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