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"Yes, he lost that what was left when you sold for him," Miss M'Gann admitted dejectedly. "And so we had to start over again. Part of it was mine, too." "Did he put your savings in?" Sommers asked incredulously. "It was that Dresser man. I wish we'd never laid eyes on him he kept getting tips from Carson, the man who owned most of his paper.
Well, he made a pile out of a trust, some dentist-tools combine, I think." "I am glad of it," Sommers said heartily, "and I hope he'll keep it." "Are you going to stay in Chicago?" Miss M'Gann asked, with renewed curiosity. "We shall be glad to see you at the Keystone." Sommers got up to leave, and asked for Webber's address in the city. "I may look him up," he explained.
Then the woman closed the door softly. That morning Sommers returned to the city. Mrs. Preston had asked him to notify Dr. Leonard and Miss M'Gann, the only friends she had in Chicago, that the funeral would take place late in the afternoon. In the elevator of the Athenian Building, Sommers met Dr. Lindsay with Dr. Rupert, the oldest member of the office staff.
"Well, what?" said Sir Duke Lawless, who had travelled up to the Barren Grounds for the sake of adventure and game; and, with his old friend, Shon M'Gann, had trusted himself to the excellent care of Jacques Parfaite, the half-breed. Jacques cocked his head on one side and shook it wisely and mysteriously.
We haven't told you our names. I am Sir Duke Lawless, and this is Shon M'Gann." Pourcette nodded: "I do not know how it come to me, but I was sure from the first you are his friends. He speak often of you and of two others where are they?" Lawless replied, and, at the name of Pretty Pierre, Shon hid his forehead in his hand, in a troubled way.
"We will see," the doctor said coldly. Later Miss M'Gann said to one of her friends: "Talkin' to him is like rubbing noses with an iceberg. He's one of your regular freeze-you-up, top-notchy eastern swells." "Perhaps it would be well if Mrs. Preston came here to stay with you for a few days. I will ask her," Sommers suggested, as he shook hands.
"I want him to go," she added fiercely, "just as soon as he finds he doesn't love me enough." "Um," Miss M'Gann answered. "Lucky you haven't any children. That's where the rub comes." Alves straightened herself with a little haughtiness. "It wouldn't make any difference to him. He would do right by them if he had them."
Miss M'Gann evidently knew all about this; she smiled as if the world were a pretty good place. Dresser, too, had his boast. He had finally been given charge of The Investor's Monthly, which had absorbed the La Salle Street Indicator.
On their return along the esplanade beside the lake Sommers chatted in an easy frame of mind. "I guess Webber will get Miss M'Gann, and I am glad of it. Dresser wouldn't do anything more than fool with her. He will get on now; those promoters and capitalists are finding him a clever tool. They will keep him steady.
Sommers told Alves that she should influence Miss M'Gann to accept the clerk, instead of beguiling herself with the words of a talker. "You are unfair to Sammy," Alves had replied, with some warmth. "She would do very well to marry him; he is her superior." Sommers gave Alves a look that troubled her, and said: "Because the fellow is settling into an amiable Philistine?
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