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The next day was Sunday; hence it brought no Mail Slowly it dragged

along At a ridiculously early hour Mondayhis favorite newspaper He found it, found the Agony

Coluain he rose early, still

hopeful Then and there hope died The lady at the Carlton deigned no

reply

Well, he had lost, he told himself He had staked all on this one bold

throw; no use Probably if she thought of him at all it was to label him

a cheap joker, a mountebank of the halfpenny press Richly he deserved

her scorn

On Wednesday he slept late He was in no haste to look into the Daily

Mail; his disappointments of the previous days had been too keen At

last, while he was shaving, he su, and sent hi paper

Walters caony Column of that

day West, his face white with lather, read joyously: STRAWBERRY MAN: Only the grapefruit lady's kind heart and her great

fondness for mystery and romance move her to answer The strawberry-mad

one may write one letter a day for seven days--to prove that he is an

interesting person, worth knowing Then--we shall see Address: M A

L, care Sadie Haight, Carlton Hotel

All day West walked on air, but with the evening came the problem of

those letters, on which depended, he felt, his entire future happiness

Returning from dinner, he sat down at his desk near the s that