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Show Life In Modern Flat. "Tve jnst moved Into a new flat," said . the bookkeeper one morning when he was htU?, "but it's a dandy private hall, steam heat, outside windows, frescoed ' '. ceilings, stained glass entrance, and all that ort of thing, you knew. It's a gem,- Three lIflfer be trotted in three ' """quarters of an hour late, w;Sh npiecaf red flannel Rrouud his neck and a voice liko a bullfrog in autumn. "I can put up with inconveniences," he said, "but when I can get a view of the North river through a crack in the wall, fly a kite in the private hall and knock icicles off the steam radiators 1 think it's time to fly the flag of distress," and he coughed a graveyard cough uutil his nose looked li Ice u queer shaped purple pur-ple plum. When he got his breath he continued: "The janitor only runs five pounds of steam, aud shuts off that as well as the water at 9 every night, and this morning the servant couldn't draw enough water from eight faucets to moisten a tea-sjioon. tea-sjioon. The agent is a dude, who makes lots of promises; the janitor is afraid to bum too much coal for fear he will lose his job and I can't find out who the owner is. If things don't change soon J'ui going to build camp fires io every . room." New York Evening Suu. |