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Then, hearing the laughter rising like a tide about him, he flung the American tribute to the winds, and roared out strong and distinct, the whole congress of Old Boys following in a burst of relief, "Long to reign over us, God save our King." The banquet broke up in a storm of laughter, the American millionaire's loudest of all. "Oh, Ed," he cried, wiping his eyes, "stick to the old version.
"If we only had our horses we could catch every one of those chaps," said Rollo Van Kyp, as he sat in a window of the ruined building just captured by the Riders, happily swinging his legs and fanning himself with his hat. The young millionaire's face was black with powder, covered with blood from the scratching of thorns, and streaked with trickling perspiration.
Norris hesitated a moment. "Do you realize," he asked, "that if your yacht brings back a single yellow-fever patient it may never be safe to use her again?" "My dear sir!" cried Rollo, "if she were all that I had in the world she would still be at the service of my dearest friend." So Mr. Norris thankfully accepted the young millionaire's offer, and sailed the very next day for Santiago.
That's why I consent to drive an American millionaire's wife when I might be driving the English nobility." "A statue!" said I; "cold!" "True enough, but one you never tire of looking at. Besides, she can light up wonderfully. I've seen her when she was all a-quiver, and lovely as the loveliest. And when do you think that was?" "When she had her child in her arms."
He felt sure she would start immediately on receipt of the message. In this he was correct, for when he got to the millionaire's home Grace herself answered his ring. "Oh, Larry! Tell me quick!" she exclaimed. "Where is he? Is he badly hurt? What is the matter? Do you think it is really he?" "I hope so," Larry said. "Where is your mother?" "She stayed in Lakewood.
"If you'll turn that paper over you'll read on the back page that day before yesterday a lot of expensive paintings in a New York millionaire's house were cut from their frames, and that the young artist who was doing retouching in the house at the time has been just careless enough not to send his address to the police.
Those means would die when her chief parent died, and the style in which they had lived left no margin for saving. So, with cool calculation, Effie had set about her life's effort. Nor had she considered herself unsuccessful in the first spreading of her maiden wings. A millionaire's son! It was a splendid match. It had met with the entire approval of her family. Then had come disillusionment.
"I am to be a mere hoodwinked worker in this millionaire's treadmill. A bond slave to one of the great Trusts which are chaining the whole American population to the galley-oar for life. "I must be fairly paid, decently dressed, sufficiently fed, to play my part as a decent workman; that is all. We will see!" He had now crushed out all lingering remnant of a friendly feeling for Ferris.
Has the man who was here yesterday been back?" "Yes to your first question, and no to the second. You can go up. The superintendent left word to that effect. He is quite friendly to you." Larry started for the ward where Retto was. His heart was beating strangely. He felt that he was on the verge of solving the secret of the millionaire's disappearance and restoring to Grace her father.
Miss Tyndale pitifully questioned, for just then the ship was sliding down the side of a wave as big as a millionaire's house. "Yes, it would be worse if we were wearing our waists slender this year," said Win. "Down, down, wallow, wallow, jump!" was the program the Monarchic carried out for the twentieth time in half as many minutes. Slender waists!
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