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Jis' take th' Jonesville Banner an' th' Uticky Clarion along with ye." As the swish of skirts marked the passage of the Van Kamps up the wide hall stairway, the other party swept into the room. The man wrote, in a round flourish, "Edward Eastman Ellsworth, wife, and son." "I'd like three choice rooms, en suite," he said. "Gosh!" said Uncle Billy, regretfully. "That's what Mr.
And then he went through a ceremony that was almost a ritual. Stella Kamps, could she have seen it, would have felt repaid for all her years of soap-and-water insistence. First he washed out the stationary tub with soap, and brush, and scalding water. Then he scalded the brush. Then the tub again.
On the day he left for the faraway naval training station Stella Kamps for the second time in her life had a chance to show the stuff she was made of, and showed it. Not a whimper. Down at the train, standing at the car window, looking up at him and smiling, and saying futile, foolish, final things, and seeing only his blond head among the many thrust out of the open window.
Which would indicate that Stella Kamps, in her protean endeavours, had overplayed the parts just a trifle. He had expected to miss the boys at the bank. He had expected to miss the Mandolin Club. The Mandolin Club met, officially, every Thursday and spangled the Texas night with their tinkling.
The war was probably all that saved Tyler Kamps from such a fate. In the way she handled this son of hers Stella Kamps had been as crafty and skilful and velvet-gloved as a girl with her beau. The proof of it is that Tyler had never known he was being handled. Some folks in Marvin, Texas, said she actually flirted with him, and they were almost justified.
They had reached the Michigan Avenue address given on the card, and Tyler stopped to look up at the great, brightly lighted building. Moran stopped too, but for a different reason. He was staring, open-mouthed, at Tyler Kamps. "You mean t' say you thought I was goin' " He choked. "Oh, my Gawd!" Tyler smiled at him, sweetly. "I'm kind of scared, too.
Chill cross-draughts whistled in from cracks too numerous to be stopped up, and the miserable Van Kamps could only cough and shiver, and envy the Tutts and the driver, non-combatants who had been fed two hours before. Up in the second floor suite there was a roaring fire in the big fireplace, but there was a chill in the room that no mere fire could drive away the chill of absolute emptiness.
We have brought nearly the entire woods with us." "It was a good idea," said Ralph. "A stunning good idea. They may come in handy to sleep on." Mrs. Ellsworth turned cold. "What do you mean?" she gasped. "Ralph," sternly demanded his father, "you don't mean to tell us that you let the Van Kamps jockey us out of those rooms after all?" "Indeed, no," he airily responded.
At 9.45 Tyler Kamps and Gunner Moran were standing in the crowded doorway of the ballroom upstairs, in a panic lest some girl should ask them to dance; fearful lest they be passed by. Little Miss Hall had brought them to the very door, had left them there with a stern injunction not to move, and had sped away in search of partners for them.
Little Miss Hall, with the skilled eye of the specialist, picked him at a glance. "You've danced before?" "No ma'am." "Take the head of the line, please. Watch Mr. Kamps. Now then, all together, please." And they were off again.
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