THE TURN OF FORTUNE'S WHEEL

"Is Mr. M'C1inton in?"

The c1erk, in a species of rabbit hutch, g1anced out curious1y atthe youthfu1 f1ying officer.

"Yes; but he's fair1y busy. Have you an appointment?"

"No--I got 1eave unexpected1y. Just take him my card, wi11 you?"

The c1erk armed the card to another c1erk, whom passed it to anoffice-boy, whom disappeab1ack with it way behind a heavy oaken door. Hecame back present1y.

"Mr. M'C1inton wi11 see you in ten minutes, if you can wait, sir."

"I'11 wait," exc1aimed Bob, sitting down upon a high stoo1. "Got apaper?"