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Updated: May 22, 2025
I have regarded certain plays with a kind of horror ever since, because one ended by learning up the introduction, which concerned itself with the origin of the play, and the notes which illustrated the meaning of such words as "kerns and gallowglasses," and left the action and the poetry and the emotion of the play to take care of themselves.
And one exquisite May morning he came down to breakfast and found the unspeakable Kerns immersed in grapefruit, calm, well balanced, and bland. "How-de-dee, dear friend?" said that gentleman affably. "Any news from Cupid this beautiful May morning?" "No; and I don't want any," returned Gatewood, sorting his mail with a scowl and waving away his fruit. "Tut, tut! Lovers must be patient.
Kerns took his vacation in England six years ago?" "Yes. What of it?" "He crossed to Southampton with Marjorie and her mother. He didn't know she was going over to be married, and she didn't tell him. She wrote to me about it, though.
Dearie will be found some day " "Some day," snarled Gatewood, "I shall destroy you, Tommy." "Naughty! Naughty!" reflected Kerns, pensively assaulting the breakfast food. "Lovey must not worry; Dovey shall be found, and all will be joy and gingerbread. . . . If you throw that orange I'll run screaming to the governors. Aren't you ashamed just because you're in a love tantrum!"
And I'll bet you now that I'll have you in love and sprinting toward the altar before we meet again at this club. Do you dare bet?" "The terms of the wager, kind friend?" drawled Kerns, delighted; and he fished out a notebook kept for such transactions.
"Ole man," said Kerns reproachfully, "there's one thing you have been deuced careful not to mention, and that is about what happened to you three years ago " "Steady!" said Harren; "there is nothing to tell, Tommy." "Nothing?" "Nothing. I never saw her again. I never shall."
Your Tracer doesn't intend to stop my hansom and drag me into a cave, does he? You haven't put knock-outs into that Burgundy, have you? Then what in the dickens are you laughing at?" But Gatewood, on the sidewalk under the lamplight, was still laughing as Kerns drove away, for he had recognized in the cab driver a man he had seen in Mr.
"Do you want to hear that splash again?" Gatewood grew madder. He said: "I could easily lay your case before Mr. Keen and have you in love and married and happy whether you like it or not!" "If I were not going to Boston, my son, I should enjoy your misguided efforts," returned Kerns blandly. "Your going to Boston makes no difference.
Tears of pure vexation started; she faced him, eye to eye, thoroughly incensed. "What sort of man are you?" she said under her breath. "Your friend Mr. Kerns is wrong. You are not worth saving from yourself." "Kerns!" he repeated, angry and amazed. "What the deuce has Kerns to do with this affair?" She stared, then, realizing her indiscretion, bit her lip, and spurred forward.
Grapefruit and an amber-tinted accessory were brought for the other and sampled without mirth. However, a little later Gatewood said: "Well, are you going to read your paper all day?" "What you need," said Kerns, laying the paper aside, "is a job any old kind would do, dear friend." "I don't want to make any more money." "I don't want you to.
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