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Farraday turned on her a smile which seemed to make them allies in their joint comprehension of McEwan's advocacy. "She's got a story with her for you to see," went on that enthusiast. "I've told her if it's good enough for our magazine it's two hundred dollars good enough. There's the script." He took it from her, and flattened it out on Farraday's table. "Look it over and write her."
She crossed the street and shook hands with him warmly, delighted to see any one connected with the romantic days of her voyage. McEwan's smile seemed to buttress his whole face with teeth, but to her amazement he greeted her without a trace of Scotch accent. "Well," said he, pumping both her hands up and down in his enormous fist, "here's Mrs. Byrd! That's simply great.
McEwan was an energetic, capable, intelligent woman, tolerant of her husband's failings, ambitious for her children. She took a large house, furnished it on the installment plan, and filled it with boarders. The boarders gave the family an income larger than they had ever possessed before, and McEwan's contributions fell off. He became an unpaying guest himself.
Amongst these ironmongers there are two shops Lassetter's at Sydney, and McEwan's in Melbourne which would attract attention in London; and in Adelaide, Messrs. Steiner and Wendt's silver-ware and jewellery shops have a style of their own which does them immense credit. But, on the whole, Melbourne is facile princeps in shops as in everything that may be said to enter into the ladies' department.
If her judgment confirms mine, as I feel sure it will, we will mail you a cheque to-night, Mrs. Byrd according to our friend McEwan's instructions " and he smiled. Mary blushed with pleasure, and again rose to go, with an attempt at thanks. The telephone bell had twice, with a mere thread of sound, announced a summons. The editor took up the receiver.
McEwan's face expanded into one of his huge smiles. "It's true, ye could not. That's the way God made ye, and I'll tell ye about that, too, some day," he said, rising to go. "Good-bye, Mr. Holmes," she smiled, as she saw him out. Before going to bed that night Mary examined her conscience. Why had she not been to town to see Stefan's work?
Mary Elliston's name was fourth on the program, and came immediately after McEwan's, who was down for a "recitation." Stefan managed to sit through the piano-solo and a song by a seedy little English baritone about "the rolling deep."
Constance's bright eyes looked squarely at him. "Wallace McEwan, you are," she said. His finger continued poised. "Very well, we are 'on, and our middle name is Efficiency, eh?" "Yes," Constance nodded doubtfully, "but " McEwan's hand slapped his knee. "Here's the scheme," he went on rapidly. "Variable folk must have variety, either in place or people.
McEwan's case is mild, her wrongs faint beside those of a woman in Los Angeles, California. Her husband was a doctor, and she had been, before her marriage, a trained nurse. The young woman had saved several hundred dollars, and she put the money into a first payment on a pretty little cottage.
Stefan listened to her description of McEwan's metamorphosis only half credulously. "Don't tell me," he commented, "that the cloven hoof will not out. Do you mean to say it's to him that you owe this chance?" She nodded. "I don't see how we can take favors from that brute," he said, running his hands moodily into his pockets. Mary looked at him in frank astonishment.
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