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Oaklander promised to marry me I left the stage; and now I have nothing!" "Poor child!" sighed Tutt. He would have liked to take her in his arms and comfort her, but he always kept the door into the outer office open on principle. "You know, Mr. Oaklander is the pastor of St. Lukes-Over-the-Way," said Mrs. Allison.
"My Lord!" he murmured, realizing for the first time the depth of his weakness. "Oh, it isn't as bad as that!" she laughed. "Remember you were going to charge Oaklander ten thousand. This costs you only five. Special rates for physicians and lawyers!" "And suppose I don't choose to give it to you?" he asked.
She flushed and bowed her head sadly, and instantly a poignant rage possessed him. "A man I trusted absolutely," she replied in a low voice. "His name?" "Winthrop Oaklander."
And once the papers were filed their bolt would have been shot. Some way must be devised whereby the Reverend Winthrop Oaklander could be made to perceive that Tutt & Tutt meant business, and equally imperative whereby Georgie would be impressed with the fact that not for nothing had she come to them that is, to him for help.
Tutt had stiffened into sculpture. "What is it?" demanded Georgie fascinated. "I've got an idea," he cried. "You can call yourself anything you like. Why not call yourself Mrs. Winthrop Oaklander?" "But what good would that do?" she asked vaguely. "Look here!" directed Tutt. "This is the surest thing you know! Just go up to the Biltmore and register as Mrs. Winthrop Oaklander.
"Why I I'm not surprised at all!" prevaricated Tutt, at the same time groping for his silk handkerchief. "You don't mean to say you've got a case against this man Oaklander!" "I have indeed!" she retorted with firmly compressed lips. "That is, if it is what you call a case for a man to promise to marry a woman and then in the end refuse to do so." "Of course it is!" answered Tutt.
Yet each day he became on more and more cordial terms with her, and the lunches became longer and more intimate. The Reverend Winthrop Oaklander gave no sign of life, however. The customary barrage of legal letters had been laid down, but without eliciting any response. The Reverend Winthrop must be a wise one, opined Tutt, and he began to have a hearty contempt as well as hatred for his quarry.
"Oh, those over there?" he repeated absently. "I don't really know what the lady's name is, she's been down to our office a few times. But the man is Winthrop Oaklander and the funny part of it is, I always thought he was a clergyman." Later in the evening he turned to her between the acts and remarked inconsequently: "Say, Abbie, do I look as if I'd just had my hair cut?" The Dog Andrew
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