CUPID EN ROUTE
bye, Dave. Take care of yourself. I'll send you my address as soon as I change quarters."
"Good bye, boy," growled Dave huskily. "You've gave me one good time in New York. I wish you was comin' along back with me, though. Don't you worry about the mine. I'll keep things agoin' there all right. Good bye. When you see that gal you just tell her from me that she can't do no better than take you, an' if you want me to write a good word for you just you let me know. Good-bye, boy, good-bye, an' a Merry Christmas!"
The train moved out and Wade had one last glimpse of Dave's lugubrious countenance at the window. Then he walked back up the platform toward the gates feeling a little bit lonesome. It was going to be rather dull for a day or two without old Dave. Beyond the gate he paused to consider. It was Saturday and it was doubtful if either the lawyer or the advertising man could be found at his office.
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