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I saw the gintleman who departed for Russia Langworthy, I believe, was his name. Ged! I knew a chap of that name in the Marines who used to drink raw brandy and cayenne pepper before breakfast every morning. Did ye? Of course you couldn't. What was I talking of at all at all?" Girdlestone stared gloomily at his visitor.
If it could only be arranged so that she could stay on and on, with no day of reckoning to come, no matrimonial ventures on the horizon . . . "That's simple, my dear," Judith smiled at her. "When you get through being Pollock Hampton's guest, you can be mine for a while." Hampton was now a great puzzle to Mrs. Langworthy, and even an object of her secret displeasure.
"What makes you say a thing like that?" he asked, startled a little. Marcia laughed. "A woman's intuition, Sir Mystery!" she informed him gayly. "What does the woman's intuition find to be the mysterious gentleman's interest in a certain Miss Langworthy?" he asked lightly.
He had been divorced in a Western State by his wife "Rosalie," locally known as "The Prairie Flower of Elkham Creek," for incompatibility of temper! Her temper was not stated. Such was Abner Langworthy, the proprietor, as he moved leisurely down towards the lady guest, who was nearest, and who was sitting with her back to the passage between the tables.
Ten eggs; one quart of cream; eight tablespoonfuls of sugar; one dessertspoon of vanilla. Beat the eggs and sugar together, heat the cream and pour over it. Caramel Two and one-half cups of brown sugar, cooked until very brown; then add one cup of cold water and pour into the pudding and bake. From MRS. ELIZABETH C. LANGWORTHY, of Nebraska, Lady Manager.
And then, almost magically as it seemed, the thin veneering of civilization on the two men seemed to be cast off like the bark of the trees around them, and they lounged before each other in aboriginal freedom. Mr. Byers removed his restraining duster and undercoat. Mr. Langworthy resigned his dirty white jacket, his collar, and unloosed a suspender, with which he played.
A milk-white hand held up a pale-pink skirt, disclosing the lacy flounce of a fine underskirt, pale-pink stockings and mincing little slippers; a pink parasol cast the most delicate of tints upon a pretty face from which big blue eyes looked out a little timorously upon the tall horse foreman. He knew that this was Marcia Langworthy.
Bud Lee, but that she had noticed his obvious interest in Miss Langworthy. "Damn it," muttered Lee. "I won't go." But he had said that he would go, and in little things as in big ones he was scrupulous. He would go, just to dance with Marcia and show Miss Judith a thing or two. He felt unreasonably like taking Miss Judith across his knee and spanking her.
Marcia Langworthy, hidden in a big chair on the veranda, watched him approach with interest, though Lee was unconscious of her presence. He had lifted a hand to rap at the door when she called to him, saying: "Good evening, Mr. Mysterious Lee. Have you forgotten me?" Though he had pretty well forgotten her, it was not necessary to tell her that he had. He came toward her, putting out his hand.
"Good land!" she exclaimed. "Mr. Langworthy! Why, Mr. Langworthy is the minister at Wellmouth Centre, ain't he? I thought he was." "He is, but perhaps there's another one." "No, there ain't not another Baptist. And and this church, what little I can see of it, LOOKS like the Wellmouth Centre Baptist Church, too; I declare it does! . . . Where are you goin'?"
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