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"Will you meet us here to-morrow?" asked Sweeny, as they got into their overcoats. "It won't do you any good," persisted Cressler. "Well, will you meet us just the same?" the other insisted. And in the end Cressler accepted. On the steps of the restaurant they parted, and the two leaders watched Cressler's broad, stooped shoulders disappear down the street.

But before Jadwin could reply, Cressler and Aunt Wess' who had been telling each other of their "experiences," of their "premonitions," of the unaccountable things that had happened to them, at length included the others in their conversation. "J.," remarked Cressler, "did anything funny ever happen to you warnings, presentiments, that sort of thing? Mrs.

She somehow managed to convey to him in her manner the information that though his offence was forgotten, their old-time relations were not, for one instant, to be resumed. Cressler took occasion to remark to Laura: "I was reading the Paris letter in the 'Inter-Ocean' to-day, and I saw Mr. Corthell's name on the list of American arrivals at the Continental.

Laura settled herself comfortably far back in her corner, adjusting her skirts and murmuring: "Such a wet night. Who would have thought it was going to rain? I was afraid you were not coming at first," she added. "At dinner Mrs. Cressler said you had an important committee meeting something to do with the Art Institute, the award of prizes; was that it?"

Cressler, "that that Gretry girl smokes ten cigarettes every night before she goes to bed. You know the Gretrys they were at the opera the other night." Laura permitted herself an indefinite murmur of interest. Her head to one side, she drew the brush in slow, deliberate movements downward underneath the long, thick strands of her hair. Mrs. Cressler watched her attentively.

Cressler's observations upon the capabilities and business ability of "J.," "you know I never heard of him before you spoke of our theatre party. I don't know anything about him." But Mrs. Cressler promptly supplied the information. Curtis Jadwin was a man about thirty-five, who had begun life without a sou in his pockets. He was a native of Michigan.

Cressler or Aunt Wess' or Mrs. Gretry, and carried them off to some exhibit of painting, or flowers, or more rarely for she had not the least interest in social affairs to teas or receptions. But in the evenings, after dinner, she had her husband to herself. His tastes in fiction were very positive. Laura at first had tried to introduce him to her beloved Meredith.

The two sat down by the raised sash of a window at the side of the house, that overlooked the "side yard," where the morning-glories and nasturtiums were in full bloom. "The house is cooler, isn't it?" observed Mrs. Cressler.

The Wheat that had killed Cressler, that had ingulfed Jadwin's fortune and all but unseated reason itself; the Wheat that had intervened like a great torrent to drag her husband from her side and drown him in the roaring vortices of the Pit, had passed on, resistless, along its ordered and predetermined courses from West to East? like a vast Titanic flood, had passed, leaving Death and Ruin in its wake, but bearing Life and Prosperity to the crowded cities and centres of Europe.

J. made me promise that I would get you." "Well, I think I can," Laura answered. "Only I'll have to see first how our new regime is going to run the house I mean." When Mrs. Cressler had gone Laura lost no time in getting to bed. But after she turned out the gas she remembered that she had not "covered" the fire, a custom that she still retained from the daily round of her life at Barrington.

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