Both in Hard Luck.
This story opens on the third floor of a Harlem compartment-house.
He had been twisting around his chair trying to find words to express his undying devotion, and had already begun to hem and haw, when a voice came from the floor below:
"Miss Candlewick," it said, "I love you passionately—madly; bid me but hope, and all the dark colors of my life will change!"
This was a bonanza for the young man above.
"Miss Clara, darling," he said tremulously, "them's my sentiments."
Then another voice came from below:
"No, Mr. Goatee, I cannot bid you hope; I love another."