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Show HER MACHINE She sat on a bench under one of the older trees, with closed lips drinking in the glories of the betting sun. "Excuse me," he said, lifting his hat with his right hand while he addressm her with his left, "but do you happen to have such a thing on you as a match? That is my automobile standing there and I find myself without a match to light the lamp." It was obviously but a ruse to engage her in conversation, but he was rather a nice-looking young man, with a three-dollar knitted necktie and all, and she smiled as she told him how sorry she was about having no match. ' They all fall for the automobile," he murmured mur-mured to himself. One thing led to another, and soon he was sitting beside her chatting gayly about the Latin Quarter, Shakespeare's latest play, the prevalence preva-lence of divorce and other absorbing topics. But soon it really did begin to darken up. "I must go," she said, and, giving him a final smile, she strode daintily to the automobile to which he had pointed as his, hopped in and was lost in a cloud of dust, leaving him to reflect on the just deserts which sooner or later must envelop en-velop all fourflushers. Exchange. |