follison

Updated: May 22, 2025

Follison; and Reggie, the twitcher, was entertaining Val Russel and Bruce Townley with a story he had started at nine o'clock in the morning. Suddenly Johnny was visited with a long-sought inspiration and hurried down to the kennels, remembering with much self-scorn that he had dragged each of the Wobbleses away from there at least once.

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress

Johnny wondered to see these two enemies together, but no man could know the satisfaction they took in it. "The violet booth," read the big blot of orange, adjusting her gold lorgnette to the bridge of her globular nose and consulting her catalogue. "Friday afternoon: Polly Parsons and Mrs. Arthur Follison. That is not Mrs. Follison in the booth, is it?" "Oh, no, Mrs.

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress

Notwithstanding his seeming nonchalance, Gresham betrayed an earnest interest which Constance noted, and she turned to Johnny with a quick little shake of her head, but he was already answering, and she frowned slightly. Mrs. Follison arrived, and after her the rest of the committee came trooping by twos and threes, a bright, busy, chattering mob which stopped all personal conversation.

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress

Guff!" protested the thin streak of lavender in a rasping little lavender voice. "Mrs. Follison, though not a doll-face indeed, far from it is of most aristocratic bearing." "I suppose that person in the booth, then, is the adopted actress," guessed Mrs. Guff. "Any one can tell that's beauty and movement of the professional type."

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress

Courtney and his wife rounded the corner of the bower and paused a moment before turning into it. "Really, Ben," defended Mrs. Courtney, returning to the criticism that her husband by now wished he had not made, "except for the epidemic of Wobbleses this would have been a delightful week-end party: Constance, Polly, fluffy little Winnie, Mrs. Follison and our own two girls; Mr.

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress

Follison, hastily and automatically gave him a helping shove on the shoulder which sent him sprawling to the walk, where he completed his interesting exhibition by turning a back somersault. "Glimmering gosh, Colonel!" protested Val, as he hurried to pick up Gresham, laughing, however, as did the others, on account of the neighbors. "Why did you do that?"

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress

Don't let that stop us being pals, though, please!" "Certainly not," agreed Loring, with as much cheerfulness as she could have wished, and burying deeply for the last time the hope that he had cherished. "Look here, Loring," charged Val Russel, striding over with Mrs. Follison; "you'll kindly come into this game or give us back our Polly."

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress

Ersten had a struggle of his own. "All what was in when you left," he bravely confessed. "That coat for Mrs. Follison gives me trouble for a week!" "She's got funny shoulders," commented Schnitt with professional impersonality. "It's the left one. You cut it Let me see it."

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress