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"Suppose we ignore the early convent training and the Old Kentucky Home and agree that they are pleasant fictions, like the estate which you are in such imminent danger of inheriting. Those, I'm sure you will admit, are entirely imaginary." Buddy Briskow's swollen eyelids opened wider, his tumid lips parted, and an expression of surprise spread over his dropsical countenance.
Ma Briskow's hand, which had been slowly stroking Gray's bent head, ceased its movement; she drew a sharp breath. "There happened to be an old mirror in the princess's boudoir, and while the duke was waiting for her he saw himself in it. He saw himself just as he was, not as he had looked in the shop windows, for it was a truthful mirror and it told everything. My!
Gus Briskow's bright eyes searched the smiling countenance before him. "You're jokin'. I thought you said you was rich." "I am rich. I don't owe a nickel, and won't, until my hotel bill is due, day after to-morrow. I'm in full possession of all my faculties. I'm perfectly healthy and cheerful.
If they'd be kind to him now he'd tip them more handsomely than ever. Lonely men old ones must expect to pay for what they get. He bought a ticket to Dallas. Ma Briskow's eyes were dim; nevertheless, she saw the change in Calvin Gray when, late the following afternoon, he came to see her. "Land sakes!" she exclaimed, in a shocked voice. "Pa never said you was ailin'. Why, Mr. Gray!"
I have a cold spot in my head." Mallow deposited his bag with a sigh of relief. "Glad it's no worse. Anybody can cure a cold in the head." "Sit down and light up while I tell you about it." In a few sentences Gray made known the story of Ozark Briskow's infatuation, and the reason for his own interest therein. "The woman is of the common 'get-rich-quick' variety," he concluded, "and she won't do."
She listened with greedy delight, but when he had finished she shook her head skeptically and declared: "It sounds nice, and God knows I've tried hard enough, but-there's a difference, Bud. We're 'trash' and always will be." Of course young Briskow's mind was full of business, and he could not long stay off that absorbing topic.
And there is something to be said on both sides; rather a nice question, in fact." "Prob'ly so," the father agreed. "An' I got something to say about it, too. Get that dancin' perfessor off the place quick or I'll kill him." The manager recoiled; his startled eyes searched Briskow's face incredulously. "I beg pardon?"
Perhaps it was his virile personality radiating confidence, security, or perhaps it was Gus Briskow's shining face that told the story; whatever the fact, Ma Briskow uttered a thin, broken wail, then walked into those open arms and laid her head upon Gray's breast. She clung to him eagerly and the tears she had been blinking so hard to restrain flowed silently. "Oh-n-h!
The volunteer salesman spread out his dazzling wares upon the patchwork counterpane, then stepped back to observe the effect. Ma Briskow's hands fluttered toward the gems, then reclasped themselves in her lap; she bent closer and regarded them fixedly. The Juno-like daughter also stared down at the display with fascination.
It was proven stuff and within thirty days it would probably treble in value. When he had gone, the banker smiled. "Well, Gray," said he, "I knew you'd land something good. You're a hustler. You'll make a fortune out of that land." Gray handed him Gus Briskow's option, and the assignment thereof, the ink upon which was scarcely dry. "There's the joker.
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