ufficiently for him to accept he sent the office-boy around to the
Santa Fe on the run, instructing him to size up Miss Dunlap and
report. It was the first order he had ever issued in the office, and
the news spread quickly that he had been "raised."
Mr. Gross took occasion to congratulate the despised underling with
pompous insincerity, whereat Louis admonished him scowlingly to beat
it back to his trial balance or he'd bounce a letter-press on his
dome.
When the office-boy reappeared he turned in a laconic report, "She's a
peach!"
Mitchell sweated the lad for further details, then nearly strained a
tendon in getting to the telephone booth.
"Hello, Miss Dunlap," he called. "Are you tied up for to-night?"
"I'm knot. The k is silent."
"Will you go to the theater with me?"
"Nickelodeon?"
"No, Montgomery and Stone."
The lady muttered something unintelligible, then she tittered
nervously. "Those top balconies make me dizzy."
"How about the orchestra--sixth row? Could you keep your head there?"
"You must own a bill-board."
"No, it's a bank-book; same initials, you see. I'm an heiress."
"See here, Mitch"--Miss Dunlap became serious--"you're a good little
copper-wire comedian, but I don't know you nor your people."
"Well, I come from one of the oldest families in Atwood, Michigan, and
that town was settled over thirty years ago."
"But you don't know me," the lady demurred.
"I do, too. You're a tall blonde, gray eyes, blue dress; you have a
dimple--"
"Well, I declare! All right, then; seven-thirty to-night, six hundred
and twelve Filbert Street, fourth apartment, and many thanks."
Fifteen minutes before the appointed time Louis Mitchell was fidgeting
nervously outside the Filbert Street cold-water "walk-up" known as
Geraldine Manor, wondering if Miss Dunlap would notice his clothes.
Twelve dollars a week had starved his wardrobe until it resembled the
back-drop for a "Pity the Blind" card; but promptly on the minute
he punched the button at the fourth apartment. An instant later he
realized that no matter how he looked he had it on Miss Dunlap by
eighty per cent.
She was a blonde, to be sure, for the time being, and by the grace of
H_{2}O_{2}. One glance convinced her caller of two things--_viz_.,
that his office-boy did not care much for peaches, and that the Santa
Fe purchasing agent had a jealous wife. The most that possibly could
be said in praise of Miss Dunlap's appearance was t
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