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"I ought to tell you, I suppose, that I find your house a pretty dangerous paradise, Mrs. Carriswood," says Tommy. "And I find you a most dangerous angel, Thomas; but you see I ask you!" "Thank you," answers Tommy, in a different tone; "you've always been an angel to me. What I owe to you and Harry Lossing well, I can't talk about it. But see here, Mrs.
He shook hands with all the ladies, beginning with Mrs. Macillarney and Mrs. O'Halloran, while Patrick Fitzmaurice shook hands with the alderman. "Here's the lady that helped me on me piece, father; she's the lady that sent me the horseshoe, mother. Like to make you acquainted with me father and me mother. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzmaurice, Mrs. Carriswood."
Pray see him, Aunt Margaret," said Miss Van Harlem. Mrs. Carriswood shrugged her shoulders and ordered the man to show him up. There entered, in the wake of the butler, a distinguished-looking personage who held out his hand with a perfect copy of the bow that she saw forty times a day. "He is taking himself very seriously," she sighed; "he is precisely like anybody else!"
Carriswood was in her dressing-room, peacefully watching Derry unpack a box from Paris, in anticipation of a state dinner. And Miss Van Harlem, in a bewitching wrapper, sat on the lounge and admired. Upon this scene of feminine peace and happiness enter the Destroyer, in the shape of a note from Tommy Fitzmaurice! Were they going on Beatoun's little excursion to Alexandria?
In fact, he said exactly three words, uttered as Miss Margaret's silken skirts swung too near a pot of varnish. Tommy told Harry that Miss Van Harlem was a very handsome lady, but haughty-looking. Then he talked for half an hour about the cleverness of Mrs. Carriswood. "I am inclined to think Tommy will rise."
"Well, I kin count four for him on wan seat," says the man, with a nod of his head toward the gay heap in the woman's lap, "barrin' I ain't on-vaygled into flinging some of thim to the young ladies!" Harry Lossing, in the seat behind with his mother and Mrs. Carriswood, giggled at this and whispered in the latter lady's ear, "That's Tommy's father and mother. My, aren't they excited, though!
They had seen Harry, and he was showing them through the different buildings or "shops," when a man entered who greeted him cordially, and whom he presented to Mrs. Carriswood. It was Tommy Fitzmaurice, grown into a handsome young man. He brought his heels together and made the ladies a solemn bow. "Pleased to meet you, ladies; how do you like the West?" said Tommy.
"Why, mother?" he cried, "why, mother, where did you drop from?" And before Mrs. Carriswood could speak she saw him step back and push young Sackville forward, crying, "This is my father, this is the boy that knew your grandmother." He did it so easily; he was so entirely unaffected, so perfectly unconscious, that there was nothing at all embarrassing for anyone.
He was known as a rising young man, One met him at the best houses; yet he was a prodigious worker, and had made his mark in committees, before the celebrated speech that sent him into all the newspaper columns, or that stubborn and infinitely versatile fight against odds which inspired the artist of PUCK. Tommy bore the cartoon to Mrs. Carriswood, beaming.
"I see nothing dishonest in our trying to get our friends out to vote at the primaries, sir." "Of course not, but he may not stop there. However, I want Bailey elected, and I am glad he will work for us; what's his price?" Harry blushed a little. "I believe he would like to be city attorney, sir," said he; and Mr. Lossing laughed. "Would he make a bad one?" asked Mrs. Carriswood.
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