Geoffrey Holland stood up and for the second time surveyed the restaurant insearch of other members of his party, two fingers in the pocket of hiswaistcoat, as if they had just relinquished his watch. He was tall enough to beconspicuous and well bred enough to be indifferent to the fact, good looking,in a bronzed, blond clean-shaven way, and branded in the popular imagination asa young and active millionaire.

At a neighbouring table a man lent forward and whispered to the other men andwomen with him:

“Do you know who that is?—that is young Holland.”

“What, that boy! He doesn’t look as if he were out of school.”

“No,” said one of the women, elaborating the comment, “he does not look oldenough to order a dinner, let alone managing mines.”

“Oh, I guess he can order a dinner all right,” said the first man. “He is olderthan he looks. He must be twenty-six.”

“What do you suppose he does with all that money?”

The first thing he did with it, at the moment, was to purchase an eveningpaper, for just then he snapped his fingers at a boy, who promptly ran to gethim one.

“Well, one thing he does,” answered the man who had first given information,

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The Burglar and the Blizzard

A CHRISTMAS STORY

BY ALICE DUER MILLER

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
CHARLOTTE HARDING

Hearst’s International Library Co., Inc.

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