"A WEEK'S VACATION IN LITTLE OLD NEW YORK"
"How did you manage it, sweetheart?" whispered Beanhilda in her husband's ear a few weeks later. "Step-papa had such a penchant for hard-boiled boys that I feared you were lost the moment he appeared."
Jack explained the whole history of the magic check-book to her, but when he had done, his bride grew white.
"But what if he comes back?" she cried, shuddering with fear. "His vengeance will be terrible."
"Have no fear, Beanhilda," Jack answered. "He will not return. Read that."
And he handed her an evening paper in which, with rapidly drying eyes, she read the following: