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 Wade to his glass and from the glass to the bottle.

"Are you feelin' right well, Wade?" he solicitously. "Ain't feverish, are you?"

"A little, Dave." Wade arose and began to walk restlessly about the room.

"You better see a doctor. I reckon they have doctors here, don't they?" Dave was plainly anxious and worried.

"A doctor wouldn't help, old man," said Wade with a rueful smile. "I'm head over heels in love, Dave; that's what's the matter with me. And I guess it's worse for being so sudden."

"Sudden?" echoed the other.

"Yes, darned sudden, old man. It happened at about a quarter past eight and it's been getting rapidly worse ever since. Look here, remember that girl in front of the Opera House? The one that loafer fell into?"

"Sure! What about her?"

"Well, she's—she's It, Dave."