CUPID EN ROUTE
"Three hundred and sixty-five nights a year, Dave."
This is a hell of a burg, said Dave disgustedly. "Blowin' in money, drinkin' champagne, fussin' with women! I reckon I'm glad I don't have to live here, boy."
"Oh, you mustn't judge New York by what you've seen of her, Dave. That's only one side, and the worst; the side we tenderfeet see when we come here. There's a couple of million decent, quiet, every-day folks living decent, quiet, every-day lives in this town, Dave. Only we don't rub up against 'em, old man."
"That's so," answered Dave thoughtfully. "I reckon there's folks here goes to bed at ten o'clock and eats hash for dinner. Boy, that's a cheerin' thought"
In spite of the lateness of the hour Wade stayed awake for a good hour after his head reached the pillow, his mind occupied with the problem of securing an acquaintance with the girl in the box. And before he went to sleep he had decided on a course of
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