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Blinker had thrown off all care. The North Woods seemed to him an uninhabitable wilderness. What a fuss he had made over signing his name pooh! he could sign it a hundred times. And her name was as pretty as she was "Florence," he said it to himself a great many times.
Florence caught a handful of it and laughed gleefully. "It looks like breakfast food," she said. "Take it off. They're no good." She unbuckled it and threw it on the deck. She made Blinker sit down and sat by his side and put her hand in his. "What'll you bet we don't reach the pier all right?" she said and began to hum a song. And now the captain moved among the passengers and compelled order.
"Anyway, I'll take a chance. What's your moniker?" "Guy the Blinker," returned Morrow promptly. "Guess you've heard of me, all right. I pulled off but I haven't got time to chin now. I got to find this boy if I want to keep in with Pad, and there's coin in it." "Sure there is," the bartender affirmed. "But he's a queer one the big guy, as you call him. What's his game?
Joe and his crew in the space tug hauled the Moonship a good five miles from the Platform. The space tug returned to the Platform. A blinker signal came across the five-mile interval. It was a very crisp, formal, Navy-like message. Then the newly-affixed rockets on the Moonship's hull spurted their fumes. The big ship began to move. Not outward from Earth, of course. That was where it was going.
"How dare you raise your hat to me?" she asked, with a smile-redeemed severity. "I didn't," Blinker said, but he quickly covered the mistake by extending it to "I didn't know how to keep from it after I saw you." "I do not allow gentlemen to sit by me to whom I have not been introduced," she said, with a sudden haughtiness that deceived him.
It was a terrible spectacle, and rendered still more striking by the melancholy occurrence of the forenoon. "That's the very identical, damnable baste himself, as murthered poor little Louis this morning, yeer honour; I knows him from the tom flesh of him under his larboard blinker, sir just where Wiggens's boathook punished him," quoth the Irish captain of the mizentop.
But Blinker did not intend to be brazen; the girl was so wonderfully good looking that he forgot for one minute that he was the prince incog, and behaved just as he did in society. She was looking at him, too, and not severely. A puff of wind threatened Blinker's straw hat. He caught it warily and settled it again. The movement gave the effect of a bow.
With a curious eye, a critical mind and a fairly withheld judgment Blinker considered the temples, pagodas and kiosks of popularized delights. Hoi polloi trampled, hustled and crowded him. Basket parties bumped him; sticky children tumbled, howling, under his feet, candying his clothes.
One dramatist may steal a horse-laugh by a tawdry vulgarity, while another may not look over an ankle. It is the same with literature. We look askance at "The Kreutzer Sonata," but tolerate the vulgar anecdotal indecencies of the sporting journal. The artist's eye may not see life steadily, and see it whole; but it is licensed to wink and ogle at will from behind its blinker.
In vain did Clarence plead his poverty, his tender age, his inexperience; in vain did he fasten those lustrous blue eyes of his appealingly and tearfully upon Mr. Blinker, and tell him he would make the pecuniary matter all right in the fall, and that he merely shattered a chair over his head by way of a joke.
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