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And that fleeting mirth became a warm, all-enveloping grin when he had detailed the climax of the Judge's prearranged sensation that same night. He knew then that he had set himself right, and he did not mean to go into it any more fully. It was the changed attitude of Morehouse that led him on and on. So he told, too, of Dryad Anderson's purchase of the bleak old place on the hill and her reason.
Then he realized that the referee was holding Young Denny's right hand aloft; that Hogarty, with arms about him, was holding the boy erect. The little mail-carrier heard the ex-lightweight's words, as he edged in beside Morehouse, against the ropes. "A world-beater," he was screaming above the tumult. "I'll make a world-beater of you in a year!"
"Subject Rate on guinea-pigs," it said, "Dr. Sir We are in receipt of your letter regarding rate on guinea-pigs between Franklin and Westcote addressed to the president of this company. All claims for overcharge should be addressed to the Claims Department." Mr. Morehouse wrote to the Claims Department.
When Hermia departed suddenly for Europe, her sportive idyl so suddenly shattered, Mr. Morehouse followed her in the next steamer. She had given him no definite encouragement, it was true, and yet he found reasons to hope that the time was at hand when she must make some definite decision.
At the disturbance the clerks suspended their work, the barred doors of the safe-deposit vault clanged to, and the cashier laid hand upon the navy Colt's at his elbow. "What's the matter?" he cried. "We want Alec McNamara," said Glenister. The manager of the bank appeared, and Glenister spoke to him through the heavy wire netting. "Is McNamara in there?" No one had ever known Morehouse to lie.
May; just this minute come," said the hotel clerk. Angela took it, her heart beating fast, for whenever a telegram arrived which happened seldom she always wondered if it would tell her that, for some good reason or other, Nick was coming. But he never had come, and had never telegraphed. She opened the envelope, and glanced first at the signature: "James Morehouse." Why should he have wired?
When Hogarty had stripped the robe away and the figure went on on up through the ropes he recognized him. As Young Denny seated himself in the corner just above them Morehouse threw out his arm and forced Old Jerry back into his seat. Then the little man remembered and shrank back, but his eyes glowed.
They sat in an apathetic circle, waiting for Old Jerry to come. But no one, not even Morehouse, knew when Old Jerry disappeared that night after Jed Conway had come hurtling from his corner, only to lift and whirl and go crashing back before the impact of The Pilgrim's leaping gloves.
The belated train was whistling for the station crossing when he thrust out his pudgy white hand in farewell. "My name's Morehouse," he said, "and I've been called 'Chub' by my immediate friends, a title which is neither dignified nor reverend, and yet I answer to it with cheerful readiness. I tell you this because I have a premonition that we are to meet again. And don't lose that card!"
"Ah, ha!" he cried as soon as he saw it was Flannery. "So you've come to your senses at last, have you? I thought you would! Bring the box in." "I hev no box," said Flannery coldly. "I hev a bill agin Misther John C. Morehouse for two dollars and twinty-foive cints for kebbages aten by his dago pigs. Wud you wish to pay ut?" "Pay Cabbages !" gasped Mr. Morehouse.
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