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Thus did this cool hand take possession of an established industry, and in e it There were unsuppressible protests; there was covert anguish; there was even a strike--but it was a short one When the printers re, on Wednesday afternoon, Florence had an intervieith Herbert after dinner at his own door He explained coldly that Henry and he had grown tired of the printing-press and had decided to put in all their spare tiave him to understand that the theatre could not be; she preferred the Oriole

Henry and Herbert had both stopped "speaking" to Patty Fairchild, for each believed her treacherous to himself; but Florence now infor on mere hearsay, she had in her own possession the confession of his knowledge that he had ocular beauty; that she had discovered the paper where Patty had lost it; and that it was now in a secure place, and in an envelope, upon the outside of which was already written, "For Wallie Torbin Kindness of Florence A"

Herbert surrendered

So did Henry Rooter, a little later that evening, after a telephoned conversation with the slave-driver

Therefore, the two miserable printers were back in their places the next afternoon They told each other that the theatre they had planned wasn't so much after all; and anyhow your father and mother didn't last all your life, and it was better to do what they wanted, and be polite while they were alive

And on Saturday the new Oriole, now in every jot and itean of feminism, made its undeniably sensational appearance

A copy, neatly folded, was placed in the hand of Noble Dill, as he set forth for his place of business, after lunching at home with his mother Florence was the person who placed it there; she cahbourhood, out of what yard or alley he did not notice, and slipped the little oblong sheet into his lax fingers

"There!" she said breathlessly "There's a good deal about you in it this week, Mr Dill, and I guess--I guess----"

"What, Florence?"

"I guess maybe you'll----" She looked up at him shyly; then, with no more to say, turned and ran back in the direction whence she had coift, but carrying it absently in fingers still lax at the end of a dangling ar Julia ay