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HIS HEART'S DESIRE

a little business. What he really did was to seek out the proprietor of the club and some of its hangers on.

"I say," he said, "I've got a friend with me to-night. He's got some dough on him. He's fresh and young and easy."

"Whew!" exclaimed the proprietor.

"Yes, he's a good thing, but push it along kin' o' light at first; he might get skittish."

"Thomas, let me fall on your bosom and weep," said a young man who, on account of his usual expression of innocent gloom, was called Sadness. "This is what I've been looking for for a month. My hat was getting decidedly shabby. Do you think he would stand for a touch on the first night of our acquaintance?"

"Don't you dare? Do you want to frighten him off? Make him believe that you've got coin to burn and that it's an honour to be with you."

"But, you know, he may expect a glimpse of the gold."

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