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looked out on his wonderful courtyard The weather was still torrid,

but with the night had coently stirred his curtains; rustled the papers on his desk

He considered Should he at once make known the eminently respectable

person he was, the hopelessly respectable people he knew? Hardly! For

then, on the instant, like a bubble bursting, would go for good all

rapefruit would lose all

interest and listen to hi

curtains

"No," he said "We must have mystery and romance But where--where shall

we find them?"

On the floor above he heard the solid trahbor, Captain Stephen Fraser-Freer, of the Twelfth Cavalry,

Indian Arh from that colony beyond the seas It was

from that roohty

store; but Geoffrey West little suspected it at theinspiration as he went along, he wrote

the first of seven letters to the lady at the Carlton And the epistle

he dropped in the post box at ht follows here: DEAR LADY OF THE GRAPEFRUIT: You are very kind Also, you are wise

Wise, because intothat was

not there You knew it immediately for what it was--the timid tentative

clutch of a shyBelieve e He was fighting

hard He followed , to the post box

itself But I whipped him Glory be! I did for him