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Besides, Pedlow was a man of distinction and force; he had been in Congress; he was a millionaire; and, as became evident in the course of a long recital of the principal events of his career, most of the great men of the time were his friends and proteges. "Pahfictly," said Mr. Sneyd, lighting a cigar with great calmness.
"'Yes, I says, 'Mack, I says, 'if you'll drop it, I'll turn in and git you the nomination." "Did he drop it?" asked Mellin innocently. Mr. Pedlow leaned forward and struck the young man's knee a resounding blow with the palm of his hand. "He was nominated, wasn't he?" "Time to dress," announced Mr. Sneyd, looking at his watch. "One more round first," insisted Cooley with prompt vehemence.
Mellin laughed heartily at everything the Honorable Chandler Pedlow said. "This is life," remarked the young man to his fair neighbor. "What is? Sittin' round a table, eatin' and drinkin'?" "Ah, lovely skeptic!"
Sneyd said he might be in Rome along about then, and open-hearted ole Pedlow said not to be surprised if he turned up, too. Well, he did, almost to the minute, and in the meantime she'd got you hooked on, fine and tight." "I don't understand you," Mellin lifted himself painfully on an elbow.
I have been in the newspaper business on this side for fifteen years, and my headquarters are in Paris, where these people are very well known. The man who calls himself 'Chandler Pedlow' was a faro-dealer for Tom Stout in Chicago when Stout's place was broken up, a good many years ago. There was a real Chandler Pedlow in Congress from a California district in the early nineties, but he is dead.
"If Lady Mount-Rhyswicke sat at my table," returned Mellin dashingly, "I should wish all the light in the world to shine upon so happy an event." "Hear the man!" she drawled. "He's proposing to me. Thinks I'm a widow." There was a chorus of laughter, over which rose the bellow of Mr. Pedlow. "'He's game! she says and ain't he?"
Tommy," he added to the attendant, "another round of Martinis." "Not for me," said Mellin hastily. "I don't often " "What!" Mr. Pedlow roared suddenly. "Why, the first words Countess de Vaurigard says to me this afternoon was, 'I want you to meet my young friend Mellin, she says; 'the gamest little Indian that ever come down the pike!
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