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 "What is the nature of your business?"

He then discovered himself, and caused a panic.

Presently Beauling's voice, rather tired and very busy, came up to him.

"Wareing is coming here to lunch," said Dunbar; "if you haven't anything better to do, join us—twenty-third floor."

"Going up to lunch with Mr. Dunbar?" asked the secretary of the Cuyar hoga Central. He had stepped in on business.

"Yes," said Beauling.

"That's the way millionaires are made," said the secretary.

A rat-faced boy dashed into the office, laid'slip of paper on Beauling's desk, nodded brightly, and went out on a run.

"No, that's the way," said Beauling. "That kid is thirteen years old. They tell me he had been down-town for three years, and that he has never lost a second."

Mr. Dunbar had one more interruption. Seven reporters, representing seven pow-