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Gallivant was in very poor circumstances a condition of things all the more hardly felt because it succeeded, and succeeded suddenly, upon a period of bewildering prosperity. Early in the year 1888 it was observed that Mr. Gallivant's dark red mustaches were curling away at the ends with a lightness and vivacity that they only displayed when things were going well.
"What business had he to flirt and gallivant all summer with Sally Kittridge, and make everybody think he was going to have her, and then turn round to Mara Lincoln at the last minute? I wish I'd been in Mara's place."
"At last!" he cried. "It's 136. It'll break in another ten minutes! Hadn't I better get from under?" "Still excited, Thwicket?" answered Mr. Gallivant reproachfully. "My dear boy, I'm afraid you've not got a proper hold upon yourself. Yes, probably you'd better unload. Perhaps now's as good a moment as any. But be " Thwicket did not wait for the rest. He fled.
"Yes, begorra," rumbled Terence P. Reardon, "an' if I have my way about it ye're honorably discharged from the service this minute, Misther Ricks. I'll gallivant no more wit' you in ye're ould breadbaskets av shteamers. 'Tis highly dangerous an' no business for a man of family." Mike Murphy grinned at his colleague. "For all that, Terence," he declared, "you must admit that Mr.
Gallivant dropped the tapes and rushed frantically into the street and across to the entrance of the Exchange. He dispatched a messenger across the floor to find his broker, but who could find which in that tumultuous mob?
The next day Mr. Gallivant was at his office bright and early. His face shone with its perennial radiance, but his mustache told a cheerless tale. Mr. Gallivant had a number of principles. That which led all the rest was his steadfast refusal to borrow money.
"He's as handsome as Rose Mary are, and wouldn't they have pretty " "Oh, shoo, I don't hold with no marrying outen the Valley for Rose Mary! She's needed here and ain't got no call to gallivant off to New York and beyont with a strange man, beauty or no beauty. Besides she's pretty enough herself to hand it down even to the third and fourth generation.
That's the reason I haven't been in lately. Found I was getting rattled. More I figured, further away I got from real conditions." "It's time to try again." "H'm; not so sure." "Luck must change." "Think so?" "Oh, I'm certain." "How's Hollyoke Central selling?" "It closed yesterday at 86-3/4." "Good time to buy." "I doubt that, Mr. Gallivant. It seems to be slowly going the wrong way for buying.
"You've quite justified my confidence. You're a knowing fellow, and I'll er what's the proceeds?" "A hundred and thirteen thousand rather a fair day's work." "That it is. Send around your check for the hundred, and let the thirteen stay on account. By-by, I'll see you again in a day or two." Mr. Gallivant walked out into the street upon his usual ramble.
We'll settle up when the day is over, and every second you lose now will cost you hundreds of dollars. It's sure to go to 160. Don't keep me waiting say the word?" Mr. Gallivant jammed his hands deep into his pockets to prevent their betraying his excitement, and hemmed and hawed. "Do you really think it's worth while, Thwicket!" "Great guns, man! You make me " "Now, don't be nervous, Thwicket.
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