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Dyckman could hardly agree to this, whatever misgivings might be shaking his heart. He praised her with the best adjectives in his scant vocabulary and asked her when they should be wed. "Oh, not for a long while yet," she pleaded. "Why?" he wondered. "Oh, because!" It sickened and alarmed her to put off the day, but how could she name it?
Charity Coe Cheever was making less progress with her amateur movie-show than Kedzie with her professional cinematic career. Charity telephoned to ask Jim Dyckman to act, but he proved to be camera-shy and intractable. She had difficulties with all her cast. It was impossible to satisfy the people who were willing to act with the roles they were willing to assume.
It was the equivalent of ordering a drink. Dyckman senior turned to Dyckman seniora and said, "Enter Hamlet in the graveyard! Where's the skull, my boy, where's the skull?" "Let the child alone," Mrs. Dyckman protested. "It's too hot for fooling. You might kiss your poor mother, though. No, don't get up, just throw me one."
She walked a mile or two, but slunk back home again to be rid of the crowds. She was thinking of Dyckman when she entered her house. She let herself in with her own key, and, walking into the drawing-room, surprised him at the piano, reading the tender elegy of the rose. "Jim!" she gasped. "Charity!" he groaned. Their souls seemed to rush from their bodies and embrace.
It resounded now in every household throughout the country, and across the sea, where the name had become familiar in all the nations from the big financial dealings of the elder Dyckman as a banker for the Allies. Reporters played about Jim Dyckman that night as if they were banderilleros and he a raging bull. He fought them with the same success.
She tried to look surprised at the unimaginable suggestion of Cheever's being in her environs. She succeeded as well as Dyckman did in pretending that his errand was trivial. "Er yes, I imagined you might happen to know where I could find him. I have a little business with him." Zada thought to crush him with a condescension a manicurial sarcasm: "Have you been to the gentleman's home?"
I want to put it all out of sight for your sake and for Gilfoyle's mother's sake, and for the sake of that pretty little Adair lady. I don't know what she's been or done, but she's pretty and she's got a nice, spunky mother. "I'm a good newspaper man, Mr. Dyckman, and that means I've kept quiet about even better stories than I've sprung.
It was not necessary for Dyckman to pay the expenses of their repetition in celluloid, as he offered. The Hyperfilm Company rented another studio and began to remake the destroyed pictures. They were speedily renewed because the scenarios had been rescued and there was little of that appalling waste of time, money, and effort which has almost wrecked the whole industry.
Dyckman tried for a while to be good to the child, strove to love her, forgave her for her youth and her humble origin; but finally she tired of her, because Kedzie was not making Jim's life happier, more useful, or more distinguished. Then one day Mrs. Dyckman asked Kedzie for a few moments of her time.
"If only it were otherwise!" was still the perpetual alibi of contentment. From the glory of the festivals of alliance Jim Dyckman and Charity Coe were absent. Both were so eager to be abroad in the battle that they did not miss the flag-waving. But they wanted to cross the sea together.
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