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There was an unwonted authority about his greeting: "Well, young woman, you may approach and kiss my hand. I am a gentleman with a job. I am a Chicago gentleman with a job." "You don't mean it!" Kedzie gasped; and kissed him from habit with more respect than her recent habit had shown. "I mean it," said Gilfoyle. "I am now on the staff of the Deshler Advertising Agency. I was afraid when Mr.
He took pains to let Kedzie overhear this. It pleased her. Millions were something she decided she would like. Gilfoyle developed wonderfully in the sun of Kedzie's interest. He told Kalteyer that there was no money in handling chewing-gum in a small way as a piker; what he wanted was a catchy name, a special selling-argument, and a national publicity campaign.
Immediately she would rather have died than remain unmarried to Tommie Gilfoyle. But there were difficulties. In the good old idyllic days it had been possible for romantic youth to get married as easily as to get dinner and as hard to get unmarried as to get wings.
Heaven knows I'd have lived with you long enough before I ever had a decent home. Humph! Well, I guess so! Humph!" Gilfoyle mopped his face again and looked at his handkerchief. One's own blood is very interesting. The sight of his wounds did not touch Kedzie's heart. She could never feel sorry for anybody she was mad at. Gilfoyle's wits were scattered.
"Why go back?" said Tommie, not realizing the import of his words. It was merely his philosophical habit to ask every custom "Why?" "Where else is there to go to?" she sighed. "If we were only married " he sighed. "Why, Tommie!" "As we ought to be!" "Why, Tommie Gilfoyle!" And now he was committed.
Then Gilfoyle turned cry-baby and began to sob. "You call her Miss Adair! But she's my wife. Mrs. Gilfoyle is what she is, and you've taken her away from me. This is a rotten country, and you rotten millionaires can do nearly anything you want to but not quite. You'll find that out. There are still a few courts and a few newspapers you can't muzzle."
He grew maudlin with repentance and clung to his friend Connery with odious garrulity. Connery was disgusted with him, but he was afraid to leave him because he kept sighing: "I guess the river's the only place for me now." At length Connery steered him into a saloon for medicine and bought him a stiff bracer of whisky and vermouth. But it only threw Gilfoyle into deeper befuddlement.
Chicago people seemed to think it quite natural for New York to call for help from Chicago, and successful Western men were constantly going East; but for a New-Yorker to revert to Chicago looked queer. He appeared to patronize, and yet he must have had some peculiar reason for giving up New York. All in all and by and large, Gilfoyle was not happy in Chicago.
So was the other boarder. That night Gilfoyle met Kedzie again at the stage door, but they could not go to the boarding-house, for Mrs. Jambers occupied at that time a kind of false mantelpiece that turned out to be a bed in disguise. So they went to the Park. Young Gilfoyle treated Kedzie with almost more respect than she might have desired.
She toppled over into a chair and began to cry. It was not a pretty scene. Gilfoyle took out his handkerchief and pressed it to his face and the bridge of his nose. Then he looked at the red marks and held them out for her to observe: "See what you did to me!" "I'm glad of it," she snapped. "I wish I'd torn your eyes out."
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