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the bylaws to have newspaper men present.
These stories don't get into print If | know
it," He shook his heavy hand in the young
mans face. "Will you leave easy-or hard?"
he queried savagely.
Il think" said the chubby young man,
rising hastily and drawing on soft hat, I'LL
say goodby while the walking is good. l
apologize for having that card. 1t was lent
me by friend to get inside the fire lines
while my own house and family was burning
up alive, last night But of course, being a
Liars Club, | have no place here, and the
plain unvarnished truth is at discount. I'm
another victim of circumstantial evidence.
Good day, Gents! Saint Ananias guide thee!"
And he made his exit two feet ahead of the
toe of the presidents brogan.
"Say that's shame!' said the thin young
Chauffeur, scratching his head. ave lost
peach of good story when he threw him
out, III bet! I'll have to hump myself if
want to make up for it. My turn next, amt
it?"
"If you've got anything on your chest,
the president announced affably, "thls here
the time to cough it off,"
"My text is the Psychological Rule of
Three" said the chauffeur.
@Say, this is no Browning Club!' objected
the pigeon fancier.
"No Browning sharp could ever explain
the psychology of three consecutive coinci-
dences,' said the youth. dts case for
Henry James,"
as he member" asked the ex-gambler.
II never heard of him. What is he, a chauf
feur, or what?"
@He is literary chauffeur, as you have
guessed. And he always exceeds the speed
limit. When he comes in next, I'm going
to put it up to him straight: Why is it that
<f 1,rY1f ,,,r
without expecting fourth? III put it an
other way. When a man has three bad
lucks running he'll manufacture the fourth
himself in trying to escape what he considers
inevitable
"Faster, Kid, faster! Your act is Hopping.
Steer out of the tall-word contest, and har-
ness onto your pet prevar1catlon!"
all do it," said the thin one. "Take it
from me, the only living gasolene eater who
never eloped with rich mans wife, I'm
telling you the unenameled truth. I've got
tale with a wallop. This is song of my
brothers submerged E-hat luck. I'm re-
minded of the trilogy of sad events by the
announcement in today's papers of the death
of a young swell named Brewster who blew
his brains out yesterday on account of losing
his wad backing handy legged mule named
Belcarillon."
Fenton looked up in amazement. He
thought of the picture in his pocket @Belle
Ca" Could Carlton, by any streak of
chance, be the name of his dream girl! He
began to tremble; he could not take his
eyes from the chauffeur's face, as the thin
young man, coughing between sentences,
told, to the circle about him. his story.
THE RULE OF THREE
MY brother Bill said the thin young
A'A man, chad been running hog ranch
near Temple, Arizona. Despite the fact
that this particular town is ten degrees hot
ter than the boiling lava of Vesuvius, he had
prospered sufficiently to retire year ago
with a bankroll of eleven thousand dollars.
With the roll and hunger for something
to eat better than canned peaches, condensed
milk, and cactus, he pulled up stakes for Chi
cago, spent couple of days in the Annex
Bar, and hit the rail for the Big Noise at the
mouth of the Hudson.
"When it came time for him to quit the
buffet car and hunt his mat, he moseyed
back through the train until he came to a
sleeper named Belcarillon. In it he had
lower berth No. 3, fact that may or may
not be significant. Upon Weakening in the
morning he tried to negotiate some eight
dollars worth of ham and eggs with grape
fruit on the side, but was attacked with a
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