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I'm a fool, that's what I am, an old worn-out, useless fool." He slammed the door and descended the stairs. He had been in his accustomed refuge, the library, for perhaps twenty minutes, when the bell rang. He waited for Hapgood to answer the ring and then, suddenly remembering that the butler had departed, answered it himself. Mr. Monty Holway smiled greeting from the steps.
"No-o." "You wouldn't? Why not?" Jed pried a crookedly driven nail out again and substituted a fresh one. "Can't afford to," he drawled. "That's the part I'll probably get." "Guess you're right. Who's this John Holway?" "Eh. . . . Why, when he ordered the mills of me last summer he was president of the Funny Novelty Company up there to Manchester." "Good Lord! Well, I admire his nerve.
Dud had been busy stamping out the camp-fire while Holway was driving the horses into the brush. "Mebbe you had better get the camp things behind them big rocks," Macy conceded. Even as he spoke there came the crack of a revolver almost at the entrance to the draw. One of the men swore softly.
"It won't be any bother, I'm sure," declared Gertrude. "Will it, Cousin Percy? Will it, Mr. Holway?" Both the young gentlemen murmured their pleasure at the prospect of acting as escorts to the elder members of the Dott family. Serena said she would "see about it," she couldn't say for certain whether or not she would be able to attend the recital. Captain Dan said nothing.
She was pale, and the dark circles under her eyes were more apparent than ever, but the eyes themselves were shining brightly. She was gay and, for her, extremely vivacious. Mr. Holway looked gratified and happy. Captain Dan looked astonished and bewildered.
Gertrude looked and laughed. "That is Mr. Abercrombie, the poet," she said. "Nothing ails him; he is a genius, that's all." "Humph! That must be bad enough, then. What " He stopped. His daughter's escort had caught his attention. The young man's face was familiar. "Why!" he faltered, "isn't this " "This is Mr. Holway, Daddy. I wanted you to meet him."
Downstairs, in the kitchen, Azuba was busy getting dinner. At intervals she burst out laughing. That evening Mr. "Monty" Holway called. Mr. Holway's call was, ostensibly, a call upon the Dott family in general, but it was to Gertrude that he addressed most of his conversation. The young lady was very affable and gracious. She expressed herself as glad to see him, and she appeared to be.
Cousin Percy was not overcome with joy; at least, he managed to restrain his ecstasy. Mr. Holway volunteered a word. "Is it the Wainwright Recital you are talking about?" he inquired, eagerly. "That's all right. I can get cards for that. It's a cinch. I'll see that you go, Miss Dott. By George! I'll I'll go myself. Yes, I will, really. We'll all go."
"You have been making a fool of me! And Holway confound him " "Mr. Holway was useful. He helped. And he, too, understands, now." "By by gad I I won't go. I'll " Gertrude walked to the rear of the hall. "Mr. Ginn!" she called, "will you come, please?" Laban came. He looked happy and expectant. "Here I be," he observed eagerly. "Mr.
Serena looked more troubled than ever. "Gertie," she said earnestly, "I think I ought yes, I am going to warn you against that Mr. Holway. I don't like your having him call or being seen in his company." "You don't! I am surprised. I'm sure he is very polite and agreeable.
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