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But, my boy, to take five thousand dollars even for YOU to take five thousand cold, hard, legal tender dollars and toss them away for something which, so far as you knew, was not worth five cents that argues a little more than sympathy, doesn't it? And when you add eight thousand more of those dollars to the original five, then Why did you do it, Loosh?" Galusha's gaze fell.

That was the most weird collection of insanity that I ever saw or heard. Ha, ha! Oh, dear!... Well, never mind. But what did old Hallett mean by saying he had sold YOU his four hundred shares of that stock?" Galusha closed his eyes. He smiled sadly. "He meant that he had ah sold them to me," he answered. "Yes." "Loosh, are you crazy, too?" "Very likely. I often think I may be.

They walked on in silence for some time. Then Galusha stopped short. "I have just thought of something," he said. "It it MAY have some influence. She has often said she wished she might see Egypt. We could go together, couldn't we?" Cousin Gussie roared again. "Of course you could," he declared. "And I only wish I could go along. Loosh, you are more than superb. You are magnificent."

I had no thought of offending you, old man. I well, perhaps I am inclined to joke too freely. But, really, I didn't suppose I never knew you to be " He paused. Galusha's expression did not change; he said nothing. "I am very sorry," went on the banker. "It was only thoughtlessness on my part. You'll forgive me, Loosh, I hope." Galusha bowed, but he did not smile.

This was the general opinion of the class of 19 , that old "Loosh had pigeons in his loft." However, it was agreed that they were harmless fowl and that Galusha himself was a good old scout, in spite of his aviary. He graduated with high honors in the mathematical branches and in languages.

He looked solemnly at the battered cherub upon the gravestone and the cherub's grin was broad. "I bought Captain Hallett's stock," he explained, "because I did not wish Miss Mar Miss Phipps to know that I had lied and all the rest." "Yes, yes, so you said. But why did you lie, Loosh? Why didn't you tell her that you couldn't sell her stock for her?

Then he looked up and nodded recognition. "Oh!" he observed. "Yes, of course. Ah How do you do?" Cabot was looking him straight in the face. "Loosh," he asked, sharply. "What is it? What is the matter?" Galusha passed his hand across his forehead. "Oh, nothing, nothing," he answered. "Nonsense! You look as if Well, you can't tell me nothing is wrong. ISN'T there something wrong?"

An hour or so later Galusha, sitting, forlorn and miserable, upon the flat, damp and cold top of an ancient tomb in the old Baptist burying ground, was startled to feel a touch upon his shoulder. He jumped, turned and saw his cousin smiling down at him. "Well, Loosh," hailed the banker, "at your old tricks, aren't you? In the cemetery and perfectly happy, I suppose.

Dear me, I suppose most people would. But I felt it. And I should do the same thing again, I know I should." "For her, you mean?" "Yes yes, of course, for her." "Humph! Say, Loosh, may I ask you a purely personal question? Will you promise not to be offended if I do?" "Eh? Why, of course, Cousin Gussie. Of course. Dear me, ask anything you like." "All right.

"You don't KNOW!" he repeated. "No, I I don't. I I never thought of such a thing." Cousin Gussie slowly shook his head. "Loosh," he declared, "you are superb; do you realize it? So you don't know whether you are in love with her or not. Well, put it this way: Would you like to marry her, have her for your wife, live with her for the rest of your days?"