United States or Bhutan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Considerin', too, that I knew her when she was Deacon Salisbury's darter, and our fam'lies waz thick az peas. She knew me well enough when I met her in Frisco the other day." "Have you seen Mrs. Demorest already?" said Demorest, with sudden vivacity. "Why didn't you say so before?"
"It is and the most dissipated lump of arrogance in New York." "Bob," the father shouted, "quit that foolishness and come down here!" But the junior Wharton, his eyes fixed upon the stage, merely danced the harder. When the exhibition ended he bowed, hand in hand with Miss Demorest, then leaped nimbly over the footlights and made his way toward Jarvis Hammon, nodding to the men as he passed.
Nowhere was this more apparent than in the choir itself, where the bright spring sunshine, piercing a newly-opened stained-glass window, picked out the new spring bonnet of Mrs. Demorest and settled upon it during the singing of the hymn.
"There's nothing 'legitimate' about musical shows," she told him, in reply to his last remark, "and I can't act or sing or dance as well as Miss Demorest." "You don't need to; just let the public rest its eyes on you and it will be satisfied anyhow, it should be. Of course, everybody flatters you. Has success turned your head?" Mrs. Knight answered for her daughter.
"Listen," said Demorest, reading. "Another unprecedented rise has taken place in the shares of the 'Yellow Hammer First Extension Mine' since the sinking of the new shaft. It was quoted yesterday at ten thousand dollars a foot.
He took from his pocket a letter-case, and selecting a letter handed it to Demorest without speaking. Demorest glanced at it, turned it over, read its contents, and in a grave voice said, "There is something wrong here. It is like my handwriting, but I never wrote the letter, nor has it been in my hand before." Stacy sprang to his side. "Then it's a forgery!" "Wait a moment."
But Demorest, who had noticed his change of expression, was more concerned at the look of half incredulity and half suspicion with which Stacy, who had re-entered the room in time to hear Barker's speech, was regarding his unconscious younger partner. "I didn't know that Mrs. Horncastle and Mrs. Barker were such friends," he said dryly as he sat down again.
But just then Kitty wanted money, I think, and I didn't go in." "I remember it," struck in Demorest. "But surely it was no secret. My name would be on the transfer books for any one to see." "Not so," said Stacy quickly. "You were one of the original shareholders; there was no transfer, and the books as well as the shares of the company were in my hands." "And your clerks?" added Demorest.
"I see it all," said Demorest, half seriously: "you were coquetting with him, and he was jealous." But Dona Rosita shook her head and turned impetuously, and said in English to Joan: "No, it was astutcia a trick, a ruse. Because when my father have arrived at his house, he is agone. And so every time. When he have the fit he goes not to his house. No.
He turned eagerly, as he always did at the name. But even then he felt that Demorest was no longer of such importance to him. He felt, too, that he was not yet quite sure of his voice or even what to say. As he hesitated she went on half playfully: "It seems hard that you had to come all the way here on such a bootless errand. You haven't even seen your wife yet."
Word Of The Day