Man on the Box by Harold MacGrath
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I left the house about ten o'clock, went downtown and found the
prodigal at a cheap hotel on Pennsylvania. He was looking over some boots and leggings and ready-made riding breeches. "Aha, Chuck, so here you are!" "Look here, Bob, this will never do at all," I began. "I thought we had threshed all that out thoroughly this morning." "I left Nancy crying over your blamed callousness." "Nancy? Hang it, I don't want Nancy to waste any tears over me; I'm not worth it." "Precious little you care! If it wasn't for the fact that you have told me the true state of things, I should have exposed you to-night. Why didn't you turn up to dinner as you promised? You might at least have gone through the pretense of saying good-by to them." "My dear boy, I'll admit that my conduct is nefarious. But look; Nancy knows Miss Annesley, and they will be calling on each other. The truth is, I dare not let the girls see me without a beard. And I'm too far gone into the thing to back out now." "I honestly hope that some one recognizes you and gives you away," I declared indignantly. "Thanks. You're in love with Nancy, aren't you? To be sure. Well, wouldn't you do anything to keep around where she is, to serve her, |
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