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 there's any 1944 Iuka Avenue, you don't owe me but one dollar.'

All right, thank you,' I said, and jumped into the cab, and the cabman piled my luggage in and climbed up to his seat.

"We hadn't gone much more than a block, and I was sputtering to myself because folks weren't up to date enough to have a telephone, when suddenly I had a bright idea. You remember Mr. Spencer, who went from our town last year? Well, I knew that he was a friend of the Kirbys; and he was a railroad man, so I was perfectly sure that he would have a telephone, and could tell me how to get to that blessed number.

"I tapped on the window and the cabman leaned around and opened the door. 'Stop at the first drug store,' I said, 'and I'll call up some one who knows.'

"In a minute he drew up, and I went into the store and laid hold of the telephone directory. I knew that everything would be all right, now, for Mr. Spencer would probably come down and see me 'safe home.'

"But—his name was not in the telephone