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"My Dear Bucks," he began "Your letter with progra

party is received Why a? There's no hunting now The hair is falling off grizzlies

and Goff wouldn't take his dogs out at this season for the President of

the United States What would you think of detailing Paddy McGraw to

give the young men a fast ride--they have heard of him I talked

yesterday with one of them He wanted to see a train robber and I

introduced him to Conductor O'Brien, but he never saw the joke, and you

kno depressing explanations are Don't, my dear Bucks, put me on a

private car with these people for four weeks--my brother died of

paresis----"

"Oh!" He turned The stenographer's cheeks were burning; she was

astonishingly pretty "I' too fast, I'm afraid," said Glover

"I do not think I had better atte

Her eyes fairly burned the browntoo, "It was hardly fair to ask you to

work to-day By the way, Mr Bucks forgot to give me your name"

"Is it necessary that you should have my name?"

"Not in the least," returned Glover with insistent consideration, "any

name at all will do, so I shall knohat to call you"