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He flashed on the lights, set the bags on a bag-rack, hung up the coats, opened a window, adjusted the shade, lighted the lights in Kedzie's room, opened her window, adjusted the shade, and asked if there were anything else. Adna knew what the little villain meant, but he knew what was expected, and he said, sternly, "Ice-water."
Ferriday did not object to these professional traits. They exist in all trades, and success is never won in large measure without them. Almost all businesses are little trusts, monopolies more or less tiny, more or less ruthless. Ferriday delighted in Kedzie's battle for space with the other members of the troupe. They kept everybody intense.
The judge had fixed her alimony at $30,000 a year, and an allowance for costs. Beattie tried to make a huge cost settlement, but McNiven knew of Kedzie's interest in the Marquess and he refused the bait. So Kedzie got only $7,500. She found it a ruinously small capital to begin life as a Marchioness on she that had had only two dollars to begin life in New York on!
This is Kedzie's history, and the history of the problem confronting Jim Dyckman and Charity Coe Cheever: the problem that Kedzie was going to seem to solve as one solves any problem humanly, which is by substituting one or more new problems in place of the old. This girl Kedzie who had never had anything had one thing a fetching pout. Perhaps she had the pout because she had never had anything.
There was something of the same religious awe in Kedzie's heart as she mounted the steps of the house that was a temple in her religion. She was going up to her heaven already. It was perfection because it was the next thing. But what will the poor girl do when she goes on up and up and up and learns at last that there is no eighth?
She would soon be liking salads with garlic and Roquefort cheese in the dressing. She was mounting with splendid assiduity toward the cigarette and the high-ball. There was no stopping Kedzie. She kept rising on stepping-stones of her dead selves. Landladies are ladder-rungs of progress, too; Kedzie's history might have been traced by hers.
Of course, a girl of to-day does a thousand more things than I've mentioned. But the main thing is, we want you to help us out. "You are if you'll forgive me for slapping you in the face with a bouquet you are exquisitely beautiful and I know that you dance exquisitely." "How do you know that?" Kedzie asked, rashly. "I saw you once as a " Charity paused, seeing the red run across Kedzie's face.
He hated to interrupt Kedzie's sleep, but he was afraid of his boss and he needed his salary more than ever twice as much as ever. He telephoned from his room to Kedzie's room down the street and up ten stories and was comforted to find that he woke her out of a sleep so sound that he could hardly understand her words.
There was a curious mixture of stupendous Samaritanism and tremendous indifference. Millions were poured into charities and millions were squandered on dissipation. Kedzie's funds were drawn away astoundingly faster than even Dyckman could replenish them. Hideous accounts of starving legions were brandished before the eyes of all Americans.
It was not hard now to believe that she would have all the world at her feet one day. Lady Powell-Carewe used Kedzie's frame as a mere standard to fly banners from. Leaving the head and shoulders to stand out like the wax bust of a wistful doll, she started a cloud of fabric about her in the most extravagant fashion.
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