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The third of May being Holyroode day, our Captaine for the solemnitie of the day, caused a goodly fayre crosse of 35 foote in height to bee set vp, vnder the crosset of which hee caused a shield to be hanged, wherein were the Armes of France, and ouer them was written in antique letters, Franciscus primus Dei gratia Francorum Rex regnat.
But a half-hour at a jewelry shop convinced him that nothing suitable to so splendid a creature as his wife could be purchased for a paltry five hundred dollars, and he was upon the point of returning to Crosset with a request to double the loan when his common sense asserted itself. Poverty was odious, but not shameful, he reflected; ostentation, on the other hand, was vulgar.
At Bob's explanation Crosset whistled. "Funny I didn't hear about it. Married and happy, eh? Well, I'm sorry I can't help you " "You can." "How?" "Lend me five hundred." "Certainly!" Crosset lunged at his desk, scribbled a line to the cashier, and handed it to Bob, then, in response to a call from the customers' room, dashed away with a hearty farewell.
Crosset was a young man; more than once he and Bob had scandalized Broadway; some of their exploits were epic. Now he shrugged carelessly, saying: "Oh, you made good, I guess; but we can't take a chance with you." "I suppose you're afraid I'll steal some of your chalk." Crosset grinned, then deponed with extreme gravity: "Bob, you drink. You're unsteady in your habits. It's too bad, but we can't "
Now that he owed it nothing, he resolved to meet his future obligations as they arose. Early on Monday morning Bob reported for work, only to receive from Mr. Crosset, whom he had always regarded as a warm friend, the notice of his discharge. "What's the matter? Didn't I make good?" he demanded.
"I don't drink as much as you do." "Nobody does; but that's beside the question." "As a matter of fact, I've quit." This announcement drew a hearty chuckle. "You're a great comedian, Bob," said Crosset. After surveying his friend for a moment Bob responded with great earnestness: "But you're not. This fails to hand me a laugh.
It was not much of a job that was offered him, but he snapped at it, and returned home that evening in the best of humor. Already the serious issues of the morning were but a memory; he burst in upon Lorelei like a gale, shouting: "I'm chalk-boy at Crosset & Meyers, so you can give Bergman your notice to-night." "What's the salary?"
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