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 Andy came over.
 Mike weakly held out the sheet of robins egg blue stationery covered with feminine script.
 Read 1t and prepare for the here after," he counseled darkly.
 Andy read. and then laid the let ter back on Mikes desk as gently as If 1t had been a stick of dyna- mite.
 "Gad, what a womani Looks like you'd put your foot in 1t this time. Mike"
 "Sayl" shouted Mike, enraged by the holier-than-thou accent in his tone. Where do you get that you stuffi Didn't you help write that letterT
 "You signed it," said Andy. T wash my hands of the whole affair.""
 "Oh, yeahi And who said she was made outa star-dust-that her eyes had cabbaged the moon- beamsf'
 .I was only quoting from Joe's letter, as you are entirely aware.
 "Well, Joe must have been drunk on tigers blood. Say, Andy. can't you just picture the kind of forget me-not of the angels she isf Tall and bony, wears specks, and has sharks eyes. One of those women that gobble at you like a turkey instead of swearing" Mike gingerly picked up the letter and read again with interpOlations of his own:
 Your abominable letter addressed to my beloved husband, Joseph Rogers, by a happy coincidence fell Into my hands" (Yeah, fell Is the word. all right. I'll bet your octopagian tentacles search every pocket he has.) "If your intentions were as nefarious as this letter would lead one to believe, then fate was indeed kind to me in plac- ing 1t in my hands" (Fate and who else?) Tt is evident that you are trying to separate two tender hearts whom God hath Joined together" (The Almighty would have to hogtie me. old gal -um-m-m-let's see how she winds up-) Unless you desist In your attempt to cause trouble between us, shall surely show this letter to my dear husband. who has always spoken of4you in the highest terms of affection and esteem.
 am, Sir,
 MRS. JOS. ROGERS.
 A tight feeling caught Mike in the throat. If only the letter had reached Joe first, as intended, he would have read between the lines. But now-what chance for friend ly festlvityl
 Mir. and Mrs. Joseph Rogers ar. rived two boats later. If his job had not required 1t, Mike would never have gone down to meet the boat. But as 1t was, he steered clear of the promenade deck where the pas. sengers were congregated. Only once did he catch a glimpse of Joe and a tall straight female.
 As he lodged down the compan- ionway Joe spied him with a bunch of officials up forward and bounced on him like a hawk on . chicken. Without "by your leave" to the astonlshed officials, he dragged him aft.
 Here he is, Myra!" he shouted.
 Mike chilled at the note of trt umph in his voice, but decided to make the best of an awkward situa- ton.
 As yet he had only seen the brides back, but Joe's last mighty shove forced him through the circle around her and placed him practi. cally at her side. She turned to re-  celve him.
 Mike tried to speak, but could only gasp. He stood gaping at the slender blue-eyed woman who was Joe's wife.
 kiss the bride, you old pirate, ordered Joe as he drew them to- gether. As Mike remained in daze. he whispered, "Old dumb-bell, I wrote the letter. She knows noth. ing about it."
 Just then Andy loped up for his tenth look at the bride.
 "Say. You two pikers," Joe called. Where's the reception committeef"
 Mike had to grin. Andy grihned sheepishly back. Again Joe had made them feel miserable and wretched for two weeks-and they still liked him.