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Rh ful form concealed behind the intruder, his devotion began to bag at the knees, and  finally, tempted beyond his appetite, he surrendered.

A pang of jealousy, hot as a Mohammedan hell, smote Angela. So she had a rival—and, of course, a blonde! One of the only gents she had ever loved had left her; for a banana. Not even for a red one, either, just an ordinary yellow three-for-ten! How terribly men’s passions could sway them!

Yet she would not give him up; she could not. “You shall not take him from me,” she wailed, “as if he were merely measles! I love him! I found him under the bed and he is mine!” Her gestures were almost improbable.

But the stern intruder, being a Vaudeville manager, knew, of course, how to act. Snap! The fetters were fastened to our handsome hero’s collar.

“And now, young woman,” said he, with grotesque variations in D natural, “you’ll have to come along with me, too! It’s no use weeping, I am stone deaf. I’m going to have you sent up for trying to steal my trained chimpanzee!”