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"I can't walk up to the man, take him by the ear, and say: 'Here, you, sir march home! Neither can I come the 'I-am-holier-than-thou' act, and hold up to him the mirror of his transgressions." "No, but you can get him out of it some way. You can find a way for Billy's sake." There was no answer, and, after a moment, Calderwell went on more quietly.
It was either Arkwright or Calderwell, of course; and probably that tiresome Alice Greggory was mixed up in it somehow. He did wish Billy Six o'clock came, then half-past. Bertram was indeed frightened now, but he was more angry, and still more hungry. He had, in fact, reached that state of blind unreasonableness said to be peculiar to hungry males from time immemorial.
Shortly after two Calderwell had dropped in to bring Bertram, as he expressed it, a bunch of bouquets he had gathered at the picture show the night before. He was still in the drawing-room, chatting with Billy, when the telephone bell rang. "If that's Bertram, tell him to come home; he's got company," laughed Calderwell, as Billy passed into the hall.
He got in with a lot of fellows that well, that weren't good for a chap of Bertram's temperament." "Like Mr. Seaver?" Calderwell turned sharply. "Did YOU know Seaver?" he demanded in obvious surprise. "I used to SEE him with Bertram." "Oh! Well, he WAS one of them, unfortunately. But Bertram shipped him years ago." Billy gave a sudden radiant smile but she changed the subject at once. "And Mr.
"Well, that counts out William, then," said Calderwell, with an air of finality. "But how about Bertram? You haven't settled Bertram," laughed Billy, archly. "Bertram!" Calderwell's eyes widened. "Billy, can you imagine Bertram's making love in real earnest to a girl?" "Why, I don't know; maybe!" Billy tipped her head from side to side as if she were viewing a picture set up for her inspection.
Arkwright stooped, of a sudden, to pick up a bit of paper from the floor. "No," he said quietly. "I didn't seem to improve my opportunities." This time he did not meet Calderwell's eyes. The good-byes had been said when Calderwell turned abruptly at the door. "Oh, I say, I suppose you're going to that devil's carnival at Jordan Hall to-morrow night." "Devil's carnival!
Chagrined as he was at what he termed his imbecile stupidity in not knowing his own heart all these past months, and convinced, as he also was, that Alice and Calderwell cared for each other, he could see no way for him but to play the part of a man of kindliness and honor, leaving a clear field for his preferred rival, and bringing no shadow of regret to mar the happiness of the girl he loved.
Then had come the overwhelming longing to pick up Alice Greggory and run off with her somewhere, anywhere, so that Calderwell could not follow. At once, however, he had pulled himself up short with the mental cry of "Absurd!" What was it to him if Calderwell did care for Alice Greggory? Surely he himself was not in love with the girl. He was in love with Billy; that is
But Bertram only laughed mischievously, and called a gay "Good-by till to-night, then!" Billy, at her end of the wires, hung up the receiver and backed against the wall a little palpitatingly. Calderwell! To dinner Calderwell! Did she remember Calderwell? Did she, indeed!
"'Michael Jeremiah," he repeated musingly, eyeing the glowing tip of his cigar. "And to think how that mysterious 'M. J. used to tantalize me! Do you mean," he added, turning slowly, "that no one calls you 'Mary Jane' now?" "Not if they know what is best for them." "Oh!" Calderwell noted the smouldering fire in the other's eyes a little curiously. "Very well.
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