"Why, Gertrude, what makes you say that?"
"Because I heard Daddy say that Uncle Ned was everywhere," was the astounding reply.
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
THE LAST MATCH
By Roy Comfort Ashurst
Slowly the girl in the green hat approached the swinging door of the hotel.
She was thinking.
A man more versed in the ways of womankind than Ned Pillsbury might, perhaps, have perceived that she was also glancing surreptitiously upwards through the dark fringe of lashes which veiled her brown gypsy eyes, but Ned was not a trained observer in such matters. To him, as he sat in the large, roomy leather chair in the lobby, the only reaction was
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