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She knew she must give account of her doings with Luzanne Larue. A few moments later in the house, her hand lay in that of Carnac, and his eyes met hers. "It's all come our way, Junia," he remarked gaily, though there was sadness in his tone. "It's as you wanted it. You won." "Thanks to you, Junia," and he took from his pocket the blue certificate.
"There was a Holiday once who married one of the finest actresses of the American stage carried her off to nurse his babies. I never forgave that man. He was a brute." Tony stiffened. Her eyes flashed. She drew away from her uncle and confronted the stage manager angrily. "He wasn't a brute, if you mean my father!" she burst out. "My mother was Laura LaRue."
It was the same with Henry LaRue and Pottle Frères, though the latter had never heard of him. They asked him to show them one of his pictures. Eugene's pride was touched the least bit by this lack of knowledge on their part, though seeing how things were going with him he felt as though he might expect as much and more.
Carnac hastily scratched in the needed information, and Luzanne doing the same, the magistrate pocketed the papers. "Now we can perform the ceremony," said the Judge. "Mr. Larue, you go down there with the young lady and bring her up in form, and Mr. Carnac Grier waits here." Larue went away with Luzanne, and presently turned, and she, with her arm in his, came forward.
There was much gay talk, compliments to Carnac came from both Larue and Ingot, and Carnac was excited and buoyant. He drank much wine and beer, and told amusing stories of the French-Canadians which delighted them all. He had a gift of mimicry and he let himself go. "You got a pretty fine tongue in your head but of the best," said Ingot with a burst of applause.
"And no wonder, either; they fix you up so well," she rattled on; then confidingly, "Now, last night after the show a party of us went to supper and a dance and it was in the wee small hours when we broke up. But Madame here can make you all over again. Floretta," she called to an attendant who had entered, "if Mr. Warrington calls up on the 'phone, say I'll call him later." "Yes, Miss Larue."
I love my son with all my soul. His father has no place in my heart." There had been upon him the wild passion of revenge. It had mastered him before she spoke, and while she spoke, but, as she finished, the understanding spirit of him conquered. Instead of telling her of Luzanne Larue, and of what he would do if he found things going against him, instead of that he resolved to say naught.
What a damnation waste! At this point in his animadversions Max Hempel again looked at the girl in the newspaper, the girl who was the product of the very marriage he had been cursing, LaRue's only daughter. If there had been no marriage, neither would there have been this glorious, radiant, vividly alive young creature. Men called Laura LaRue dead. But was she?
"I forgot to tell you," said Larue in a low voice, "that some of the men report having encountered Indians during the day." "That's nothing new. There are plenty of them around here," laughed the banker. "They think they were Blackfeet. The reds were so far away, however, that the men could not make certain." "Off the reservation again, eh? Probably think they can pick up a few sheep.
"Andy!" ejaculated Jim, dismay settling on his features. "I've just thought! Do you s'pose I'm paying hotel bills all this time at The Larue?" Hand grinned unsympathetically. "If you engaged a room, sir, and didn't give it up, I believe it's the custom " "That'll do for now, Handy Andy, if you can't get up any better answer than that. Lord, what's that!"
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