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That Home-Town Feeling
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“Kate?” repeated Miss Meron, quickly.
“Kate’s my horse. I’m going back on the 5:25 to-night. This is my regular trip, you know. I came around here to buy a paper, because it has become a habit. And then, too, I sort of felt–well, something told me that you—-“
“You’re a nice boy,” said Miss Meron. “By the way, did I tell you that I married the manager of the show the week after I got back? We go to Bloomington to-night, and then we jump to St. Paul. I came around here just as usual, because–well–because—-“
Tony’s gift for remembering faces and facts amounts to genius.
With two deft movements he whisked two papers from among the many in the rack, and held them out.
“Kewaskum Courier?” he suggested.
“Nix,” said Mercedes Meron, “I’ll take a Chicago Scream.”
“London Times?” said Tony.
“No,” replied Guy Peel. “Give me the San Antonio Express.”