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At home it's done in the kitchen, but Jim takes great pride in the neatness and celerity with which he separates the component parts of a fowl and so insists on having the undissected whole brought to the table. "What is it to-night?" Mary asked as I eyed my task with disfavor. "Roast duck." I tried to speak casually. "Wait, Bupps, while Wicks lays the oilcloth and I get an umbrella." "Smarty!"
As I glanced at her, there beside me, with the breeze blowing wisps of golden hair around her temples, I got panic-stricken. "Mary " I began. "Watch where you are going, Bupps!" I fastened my eyes on the street ahead, but only for an instant. With Jim gone, I was going to be fearfully lonesome. I glanced at her again. "Mary, I know this isn't the right time or place, but "
At half past two I went back to the office to announce the good news to Jim. I had made up my mind before luncheon to spend the afternoon on the links in honor of my victory, but the clouds, which had been heavy during the morning, by two o'clock opened up a steady drizzle. Jim was at his desk when I came in bringing the glad tidings. He got up and gripped my hand. "Good boy, Bupps!
"Helen hasn't as much as I have." Jim flushed. "Helen is quite a wealthy woman, Bupps. When I went into the army I wanted to leave Helen perfectly easy in a financial way while I was gone, so I transferred all my railroad stock to her, so that she might draw the interest.
He is in great request at public dinners, where his speech in reply to the toast of Literature is eagerly attended. He contributes to every symposium in the popular magazines. It is all the more to be regretted that his autobiography, The Last of the Bupps, is to be published posthumously. ENTER My Lord Carey. CAREY. Mistress Dorothy alone! Truly Fortune smiles upon me.
"Aren't you trying for a record or something? This is twice you've called on me this month." "Mary, I'm in trouble." "Is the poor 'ittle boy in trouble and come to Auntie Mary to tell her all about it?" she sing-songed, making a little moue, as though she was talking to her pet cat. "Cut it, Mary!" I said. "I'm really in trouble." "What is it, Bupps?" "Helen ran off with Frank Woods to-day."
But I don't think that they will want to bring an indictment while Helen is ill. You see, the indictment couldn't be served anyway, and I think our testimony will convince them there's a reasonable doubt as to Helen's guilt." She seemed convinced until the gloomy bulk of the court-house came in view, when terror rushed back fourfold. "Oh, Bupps, can't I get out of it?"
His complacency almost drove me wild. "Bupps, have you noticed how much money Woods has been spending around here his extravagant way of living? Where do you think that money comes from?" "His contracts with the French Government," I replied. "But I happen to know he didn't land those contracts. That's the reason he beat it so suddenly when we got into the war."
Suddenly Mary buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook. "Don't cry, Mary! I know I've " "I'm not crying, I I'm laughing," she gurgled, dropping into a chair. "Bupps, you do look so funny when you get excited." I went over to her and made her make room for me on her chair, and then I put my arms around her. "Mary, lover-darling, why did you go out with Frank Woods that day?"
"They couldn't believe such a thing." "Don't you think Mrs. Webster Pratt would believe it, if she knew everything that we know?" I argued. "She'd believe it with only half as much proof, and she has just about the mental equipment of the average juryman. There'll be about four Mrs. Webster Pratts on that jury." "What can we do, Bupps?" Mary begged with tears in her eyes.
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