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"You are really a wonderful person, Lutie Carnahan. How can you be so fine after all that you have endured?" "I suppose it is because I too happen to love myself," said Lutie drily, and turned to press the button. "We are all alike." Anne laid a hand upon her arm. "Wait. You will meet my mother here. She has been notified. She has not forgiven you." There was a note of uneasiness in her voice.
She transfixed the slight, tired-eyed young woman with a look that would have chilled any one else to the bone—the high-bred look that never fails to put the lowly in their places. "Indeed," she said, with infinite irony in her voice. "This is Miss Carnahan, I believe?" She lifted her lorgnon as a further aid to inspection.
Old Carnahan and I were cabin boys on the same boat before the Mexican war. He is dead now, but I shall always remember him for telling the kicker, "Those fellows are bad men to fool with." Old Jack and I traveled North during the summer season, playing the boats and railroad trains.
"'Is it trouble you are in, now, Miss, says I; 'and what's to be done about it? "''Tis none of your business at all, Denny Carnahan, says she, sittin' up straight. And it was the voice of no other than Norah Flynn. "'Then it's not, says I, 'and we're after having a pleasant evening, Miss Flynn. Have ye seen the sights of this new Coney Island, then?
Thirty thousand dollars is not to be sneezed at, and it would be highly unjust to say that it was a sneeze that sent his grandmother, his aunt and his father into hysterics of alarm. They called him Carnahan Tresslyn. He represented a distinct phase in the regeneration of a proud and haughty family.
"Old Rattlesnake" and I left New Orleans one evening on the steamer Robert E. Lee. We played the good old game in the usual way, and caught quite a number of good sized suckers, among which was one from St. Joseph, La. We got off at Baton Rouge, and took another boat back to New Orleans. The next trip we made on the Lee we learned from my old friend Carnahan, the steward, that the St.
Dear little Lutie Carnahan, don't you know? She's adorable." "Oh!" oozed from the other's lips. "I—I think I do recall the fact that George was married while in college. It is very nice of you to share your flowers with her. I loathed them, however, when Percy and Elaine were coming. It must be after five, isn't it?" "Two minutes after," said Anne. "I thought so.
"You will forgive me if I confess that I have tried very hard to forget you, Miss Carnahan," said the older woman. "It isn't my fault that you haven't been able to do so," said Lutie. "Please! you are not to go in." Mrs. Tresslyn's hand was turning the door- knob. "I fear you are forgetting who I am," said she coldly. "Oh, I know you're his mother, and all that," said Lutie, breathlessly.
Carnahan, who, although without a spark of genius, was yet a man of huge common sense, kindness of heart and excellent executive ability. In the chair of the vice-president sat dear old "Uncle Johnny" McLean, the best-loved man that ever trod the streets of Princeton.
When Lutie paused after that final declaration, she waited a moment for her to resume. "There is, of course," said she levelly, "the possibility that my son may not get well." Lutie's eyes narrowed. "You mean that you'd rather see him die than—" "Miss Carnahan, I am compelled to speak brutally to you. I paid you to give up my son. You took the money I proffered and the divorce I arranged for.
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