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Mr. TomBow man stood as If hypnotized, staring at the demure secretary. This, then, was the End of the Road
tumbled obscure and hideous tomes, and a large one lay open beneath his eye. He looked up, wearing his natural expression of amiability, tempered of late with a certain chill suspicion. "H'lo," said Mr. Lee doubtfully.
"Howsa world, old fellow?" said Mr. Bowman in classic Manhattanese. He had bethought him of his subtle strategy, and there was labored geniality in his tone. "What's the new fancy?" he asked, indicating the books on the floor.
''Oh, just reading up a little," answered Mr. Lee with the airy candor of a child stealing sugar.
MR. BOWMAN stooped over to inspect more closely the little prattler's game. The large book which lay open was printed in poetry, and captioned "Paradise Lost." Not a bad head, at that, thought Mr. Bowman. Near "Paradise Lost" lay the "Duchess' Daughter," by Bertha M. Clay, and from under an armchair Plutarch's '"Life of Coriolanus" peeped out. Mr. Bowman had a sinking feeling.
He began cross-examining and learned his fears were justified. The avarice of the prospective benedict had begun to
fester in the soul of Mr. Lei-. He must save up for a cottage in the suburbs. So he had conceived the bright idea of reading books in odd hours to search out scenario hunches.
Mr. Richard Lee now plucked up courage to unbosom himself of another of his schemes of greed. lie spoke in a shamefaced way, as befits the miser fondling his ducats.
"Seems to me we're a pair of mackerel for yielding up the blood-money they call rent in this house," he muttered with pitiful jauntiness. "It isn't half worth it, you know."
"Pardon?" asked Mr. Bowman mechanically, turning from the window. Not yet did he realize the lengths a mad love will leap to, at one convulsive jerk.
"I mean, this place on West 74th is a bit ultra, for us." persisted the sordid Mr. Lee. "It's so far downtown, it looks ostentatious. More space than we need, too, three whole rooms and a bath. " The avaricious peasant paused a moment, moistened his dry lips with his tongue, and plodded on. "I looked around a little this morning. Found just the place we want, it seems to me. Lovely furnished room, rents for less than half this place, in a fine quiet [ continued on page 78 ]