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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
THE LOVE MESSAGE IS PACKED INTO A TOBACCO CAN
satisfied him, had he not been set upon a particular rare brand that alone seemed to bring contentment to his pipe. Everywhere he was doomed to disappointment. Knocking out the last remaining ash from his pipe, he essayed one more dingy little shop. As luck would have it, the shopkeeper, after a muttered denial, pulled a dusty, neglected can from his shelves; and George, clutching it up, like a chiding parent, put down his half-dollar and made for the open.
He had scarcely closed the door, with its janging bell overhead, when an immaculate, elderly gentleman, in gleaming top hat and buttoned frock coat, brushed briskly by him. George recognized the strutting walk as that of Mr. Harvey K. Dickson, his uncle's lawyer; and, in his less settled days, having solicited several minor loans from that worthy gentleman, he deemed it prudent to resume his stroll in an opposite direction.
Yet he had taken a scant dozen steps toward tranquillity, when, hearing his name called out heartily, he
turned to find the beaming Mr. Dickson descending upon him. George put a limp hand into his cordial one and wondered why the great Mr, Dickson, the adviser of plutocrats, should so go out of his way as to fix him with that compelling smile. He stared at the worthy man as if he were wearing a mask, assumed for some opulent client, which, in his case, would fall away to disclose a sinister countenance. What was his surprise, however, to find that Mr. Dickson's cordiality seemed to be permanent, if not contagious ; for, taking George under the arm, he discoursed pleasantly on various subjects, even so far as the steps of Mr. Jackson 's lodgings.
Here, under the bright eyes of the landlady's daughter in the front parlor, he evidenced a strong desire to enter; and before the faint-hearted George could protest he found himself leading the spruce attorney up sundry flights of dark stairs, and so into his somber chamber.
The adviser of his maternal uncle had something on his mind to be rid