nt of the bier and was re-vived by the newspapermen who put down her name and address and claim to notice in the public prints. It's a magnificent tragic show . was talking to an ecclesiastic in a black cassock with purple trimmings who when Dick went up to them turned out to have a rich Irish brogue. Sunday morning he got Mrs.
They went out laughing, and walked down to Bleecker Street and settled happily at a table in an Italian restau-rant and ordered up the seventyfivecent dinner and a bottle of wine. After he'd left he wrote a very obscure poem ful of classical references that he la-bel ed, To a Commo Every man she passed stared at her. She decided she was crazy about Tad Whittlesea.
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