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-to remedies and specifics, he will 

 get along all right and will not 

 have, in the evening of life, such 

 dreams as horrified hunch-backed 

 King Richard in his tent that night 

 before Bosworth Field. 



So it is that Dr. Lewis is living 

 in good style on a South Side boule- 

 vard of Chicago, owns the house he 

 lives in and the next one to it, has 

 an office in a down- town sky-scrap- 

 er, with brief hours there, per day 

 perhaps and is altogether much 

 sought for by the swell sick, and 

 for consultations, clinics and scant- 

 record operations. 



Notwithstanding Lawyer Mays' 

 general level-headedness, he is in 

 love with Kate Tinsley, so much 

 that there is no use of wasting ad- 

 jectives and similies in trying to 

 describe his condition. It cannot 

 be done, anyhow. Novelwriters 

 and poets have been struggling in 

 attempts to do that ever since 

 Adam and Eve had their honey- 

 moon in the garden, and while the 

 alleged descriptions, portrayals 

 and all that sort of thing go on ad 

 tminitum, ad nauseum, the sweet 

 pain continues in all its freshness, 

 blissfulness and aggravation, per- 

 ennial, unfailing and more and- 

 more indescribable, the trite and 

 hackneyed, mawkish and long- 

 drawn, stilted and strained, over- 

 done and under done attempts at it 

 to the contrary notwithstanding. 



But Henry Mays loves Kate Tin- 

 sley "for all there is in it," and 

 that is a great deal. 



Kate is the independent and 

 spirited girl mentioned at the out- 

 set of this veracious statement of co- 

 temporaneous fact. She is, more- 

 over. wondrously lovely in form 



and feature. Besides, she is witty 

 and has a neat little fortune. She 

 is also twenty -two years young and 

 very much her own mistress, not- 

 withstanding the nervous efforts of 

 a tall maiden aunt, her alleged 

 guardian, to lead the young woman 

 in the primrose paths of conven- 

 tional propriety. Not that Kate 

 has any tendency to do scandalous 

 things, but that she is outre in the 

 better sense of the term. Not ec- 

 centric, but just the reverse, ex- 

 ceedingly natural, and uncontrolled 

 by fashion, fads and finesse. 



Kate is out this lovely autumn 

 evening, with Henry Mays, at a 

 plaza concert, and in her exhuber- 

 ance of spirit is worrying that 

 somewhat precise young man by, 

 now and then, singing in concert 

 with the band when that tuneful 

 aggregation pipes through an aria 

 with which she is familiar. 



Mr. Mays so far loses his equi- 

 librium as to suggest that it is 

 hardly the proper thing to thus at- 

 tract the attention of persons in 

 their immediate vicinity, some of 

 whom smile at the gaiety of the 

 girl, though one long-haired crank 

 palpably evinces his displeasure 

 and irritably removes himself to a 

 distant elsewhere. 



Mr. Mays suggests, at last, quite 

 prematurely, that they return to 

 her home, and Miss Tinsiey, with a 

 suddenness that somewhat jolts the 

 young man, accedes to the propo- 

 sition, and on their way she sulks. 

 He endeavors to palliate matters, 

 and is painfully unsuccessful. She 

 declares that she is much pleased 

 to reach a place where she can 

 sing to her heart's content, which 



