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It was the fact that here was another step definitely marking her progress. Heyl, looking incredibly limp, was leaning against a gaudy marble pillar, his eyes on the downcoming elevators. Just a shy, rather swarthy Jewish boy, who wore the right kind of clothes in the wrong manner then Heyl saw her and came swiftly toward her. "Hello, Fan!" "Hello, Clancy!"
Heyl. My land! If I had a friend like that " "Oh, yes," said Fanny, vaguely. "I suppose you and he are great chums by this time. He's a nice boy." "You don't suppose anything of the kind," Ella retorted, crisply.
In the development of the animated pictures Thomas Alva Edison has played a large part. Many were the efforts to give the appearance of movement to pictures before the first real entertainment was staged by Henry Heyl of Philadelphia. Heyl's pictures were on glass plates fixed in the circumference of a wheel, and each was brought and held for a part of a second before the lens.
"We'll work our way down the beach," he announced, "toward Millers. There'll be northern lights to-night; did you know that? Want to stay and see them?" "Do I want to! I won't go home till I have." These were the things they did on that holiday; childish, happy, tiring things, such as people do who love the outdoors. The charm of Clarence Heyl for he had charm is difficult to transmit.
Don't assume that hardshell air with me. Just remember that I knew you when the frill of your panties showed below your skirt." "Clarence Heyl!" But he was leaning past her, and pointing out of the window. "See that curtain of smoke off there? That's the South Chicago, and the Hammond and Gary steel mills.
I've always considered red one of our leading colors." "But you can't wear it." "Can't! Why can't I?" "Because you're the brunest kind of brunette. And dark people have a special curse hanging over them that makes them want to wear red. It's fatal. That tie makes you look like a Mafia murderer dressed for business." "I knew it," groaned Heyl. "Something told me."
Then, rather haltingly, she told him of Fenger, of his business genius, his magnetic qualities, of his career. She even sketched a deft word-picture of the limp and irritating Mrs. Fenger. "Is this Fenger in love with you?" asked Heyl, startlingly. Fanny recoiled at the idea with a primness that did credit to Winnebago. "Clancy! Please! He's married." "Now don't sneak, Fanny.
And she must have believed him, for she brought his cheek down to hers with such a sigh of content, though she said, "But are we at all suited to each other?" "Probably not," Heyl answered, briskly. "That's why we're going to be so terrifically happy. Some day I'll be passing the Singer building, and I'll glance up at it and think how pitiful it would look next to Long's Peak.
Polite little fellows, they are, in frock coats, and mustaches, and they just stand aside, as courtly as you please, while you pay for everything. Their house expects it. I almost passed away, the first time, but you get used to it. Say, imagine one of our traveling men letting you pay for his lunch and taxi." She rattled on, genially. Heyl listened with unfeigned delight.
In the course of the summer Prince Maurice, carrying out into practice the lessons which he had so steadily been pondering, reduced the towns and strong places of Heyl, Flemert, Elshout, Crevecoeur, Hayden, Steenberg, Rosendaal, and Osterhout.
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