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FLAMING

YOUTH

“My foot. I forgot I had no shoes. It doesn’t rutter. Go on.” He swung her strongly into his arms and did not set her down until he had reached the car, when he lifted

her to the seat.

It was as well that he had.

Such was

the yielding of her body in every nerve and muscle as he took her that she could not have stood upright. A light in Dr. Osterhout’s laboratory showed him at work over some test tubes. “Bobs!” called Dee. “Come out. There’s been an accident. We’ve got a car.” In less than a minute they were retracing their course at wild speed, the electrician driving with consummate control while Dee acquainted Osterhout with the main facts. As they came to a stop in the yard Dee turned to the volunteer chauffeur. “Will you wait for me?” she asked in a tone that made Osterhout turn to look at her. Ves,??

Within they found the victim violently ill in the midst of a half-dressed and vastly relieved group. “None the worse for it,” Osterhout reported to Dee after attending the victim. “A little too much water for comfort. And something besides water, wasn’t there?” OY

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“A good deal of it?” “Plenty for all hands.” “A rough party?” “About the usual, at this house.’

“Don’t you think you’re out of place in that gallery, Dee?” “Oh, don’t lecture me, Bobs,” said the girl wearily.