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FLAMING

YOUTH

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look it.

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He’s come back to live, I believe.”

“Here? And Connie’s annexed him, has she?

Mar.

ried?” “No; not here.

He comes down week-ends.

Yes; he’s

married, I believe, but not very much.” “Business?” “He’s invented some new mechanical

thing that the mills have to have, and he makes a lot of money out of it.” “Crazy about Con?”

‘He’s here a good deal.”

“How does Freddie take it?” “Between cocktails,” returned Dee laconically. Pat thought for a moment. “Is Con getting tired of hinn?”? “Wouldn’t you be?” “I? Oh, I’d be sick to death of any man in a month! But I thought Con would turn into the domestic breeder kind.” “I don’t blame Con so much. Freddie’s quit his business for drink. They’re miles in debt. Con’s more extravagant than ever. That’s the reason they’re living here on Father. Pretty boring for him. He’s getting sore, too.”

‘No wonder. The house is like a pig pen.” “Con doesn’t pay any attention to it. She hasn’t any interest in anything except clothes, and men—principally Scott.” “Then she is nuts about him.” “JT don’t know. You never can tell with Con. But I know this; Bobs is worried.”

“Poor old Bobs! He has his troubles with us. But I don’t see that this Scott party is any Francis X. Bush-