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He also called down the hall to ask Mrs. Gladding and the young ladies to come in and greet Mr. Hamshaw. "Before they come," began the latter, fidgeting nervously, "I want to say that I expect to marry Miss Frost. It's been hard work to choose between them " "What are you talking about?" gasped the father.
"I've only been doing my duty, sir," inserted Sago, drawing the salad spoon through his hand very much as a Samurai would have drawn a sword. "Ellen she I mean her didn't " "Never mind, never mind," groaned Mr. Hamshaw, at bay. "You may both go. I fire I discharge both of you! I'm sure, Mr. Goodrich, you will overlook this unfortunate " "Discharge me, sor?" half shrieked Ellen.
"And I refuse to go for the loikes of you," retorted Ellen with great dignity. "Then, Mr. Hamshaw, I shall remain until she does go. But go she must." "I'll go when I get good and ready, Mr. Sago." "We'll have the squab now, Sago," said Mr. Hamshaw. "Very good, sir." It was quite an old story among the members of the club, especially those who knew Mr.
Hamshaw to himself. "Hang it all, I wish I could decide between them! I think I'd look better with the short one, but " One day his nephew, young Jimmy Sprang, met him on the street and proceeded to twit him about his second childhood. "What do you mean, sir?" demanded Mr. Hamshaw with great dignity and a sinking heart. "Who are the fairies you're trotting " "Stop, sir!" thundered Mr. Hamshaw.
Hamshaw opened his eyes, Marie was standing near by with ammonia and wet towels. "Where is Louise?" he asked weakly. "She's went and married that awful little Jap of yours last night. Here, take another sniff at this. Go on; don't be afraid of it. I've give it to the young ladies regular for the last five years. What's that, sir?" "Nothing nothing," he whispered. "You said something, sir."
"Well, won't you come up with me now? By the way, I'd like you to meet my wife and her daughters." "I know your daughters, I believe." "Ah!" "It is about one of them that I wish to speak with you, sir." They were on the second-floor landing by this time. "May I come in?" "Certainly," said Mr. Gladding. Mr. Hamshaw sat stiff and uncomfortable on the divan while Mr. Gladding rang for a maid.
The wind whirled it over the ground much faster than he could sprint, with all his training, and brought it up against a bush in front of the young women. One of them sprang forward and snatched it up before it could resume its flight. Mr. Hamshaw came up puffing and confused, but radiant. "Thank you, thank you, ever so much!" he panted. "Never mind the dust. It's been dusty before.
Hamshaw could have slain No. 329 for his familiarity, but lost the opportunity in wondering what the young ladies would think if they received 10,000 violets from an unnamed sender. For days, be it said in all solemnity, Mr. Hamshaw waited and watched for glimpses of the young ladies princesses he was calling them down in the neighbourhood of his rejuvenated heart.
It was quite true that at fifty-seven he was not a thing of beauty, but he had a heart of gold and was beloved by all the men and children who knew him. Certainly it is quite doubtful if he could have been all this had he married even the woman of his choice. One day there came to the big apartment-house where lived Mr. Hamshaw and his two servants a most uncommon hullabaloo and sensation.
"What's that?" shouted Mr. Hamshaw, coming to his feet and toppling over backward again. The others stared at him as if he were mad. "How how many have you I mean, how many daughters are there?" "Two!" exclaimed Mrs. Gladding, freezing up immediately. The society young women relaxed into a giggle. "Then who is this a joke?" gasped Mr. Hamshaw, perspiration starting in torrents.
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