Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-06-06

Mr.. Terrence Lat
He gave no evidence of interest. How
ever, there was a smile of geniality on
his countenance as he finished the
brushing Of my hair and stood to one
side while dressed it.
"sDoes your head feel better now?
he asked.
every much I answered.
"'Then perhaps you will come back
tomorrow
"sAssuredly so.' laughed in an
swer. You are the best doctor I ever
knew reached into my bag and
handed him 500 bill. He did not go
to the cash register with it.. Instead,
he took from his pocket three SIS bills
and four ones and handed them to me.
saw that they were absolutely clean
and new, evidently just procured from
some bank that morning. And
walked from the shop with a little
thump of gladness in my heart.
knew he had been impressed by my
story of wealth and had decided that
he would get a portion of my supposed
fortune.
"And he began to play on me game
OF love. The next day when came in
for my usual headache cure he asked
if I was not late.
sT hardly think so.' I answered.
'why?
Nothing, he said slowly, only it
just seemed / had been expecting you
for good while, that's ALL
"Cute, wasn't it?" Miss Clement
laughed. LET me tell you that Ter
ence Laffan (Which wasn't his real
name at alp certainly knew the game
OF love. They tell me that barber is
the most dangerous love-maker. in the
world, anyhow; at least, that's what
the new detectives down at headquar-
tiers always have said And certainly
Terry didn't miss out on any of the
fine points when he was going to col
| lege-."
Barber college, of course" I sup
piled.
"sHere, we're getting away from
the story, Miss Clement broke in.
ssWhat / was trying to say was that
within the next two weeks, Terry LAT
fan managed to work up the finest
case of love at first sight you ever
heard of. The fact that he was only
a barber while was supposed to be a
rich woman, didn't worry him in the
least. And then the poetry began to
spring forth. And all the time, under
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gave him and handing me back clean,
new money. Once or twice, just to
see what would happen, asked him
| what it meant, how he happened al
ways to have new money. He only
smiled at me. Then he would recite
little strain of mystic verse to me as
sat in the chair, something that
would show he was far better read
than L. And then one afternoon came
the clincher. He pulled bit of tissue
paper from his pocket and handed it
to me.
"I was thinking of you when /
wrote that this noon. It's bit Of
Omar's philosophy. often pick up a
scrap of paper here and scribble on
it.
"And then, / read:
All love! could you and I with Him
conspire,
To grasp this sorry scheme of things
entire,
Would we not shatter it to bits and
then.
Remold it nearer to the Hearts De
sire?'
do you mean anything especial by
that's? / asked in a half joking way. He
turned quickly, saw that the proprie-
tor was out OF the shop, and then
came close to me.
Yes, do, he whispered.
What? j appeared surprised.
Mrs. Marion he said, (that was
my name, you know Have you
noticed anything queer about that
money / have been giving you for the
last two weeks?'"
NO. Why?'
because it has all been counter
felt, that's ALL
''He was mine at last! My eyes
danced as he hurriedly went into his
bogus confession of how he had
learned the secrets of the Bureau of
Printing and Engraving at Washing
ton. He told of his money machine,
how it could turn out cash like so
much printed caEco-and then came
the real nubbin Of the whole affair
He told me of his poor old mother.