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The Great American Pumess, looking much more like a very innocent, soft, and demurely playful kitten, accepted this ingenuous tribute to her charms with a smile. "Good-morning," she said. "Is Mr. Surtaine in?" "Same t'you," responded the courteous Mr. Currier. "Sure he is. Walk this way, maddim!" They found the editor at his desk.
The Pumess was not become a Saint, by any means. She still walked, a lovely peril to every susceptible male heart. But she no longer thirsted with unquenchable ardor for conquests. Meek though a reformed pumess may be, there are limits to meekness.
No integer of the impressionable sex had ever yet won from her such a battle. None ever should: and assuredly not this one. The Great American Pumess was now all feline. She leaned forward to him. "You promised." "Have you forgotten?" "I have never forgotten one word that has passed between us since I first saw you." "Ah; but when was that?" "Seven weeks ago to-day, at the station."
In her coming she had been the new Esmé, the Esmé who was Norman Hale's most unselfish and unsparing worker, the Esmé who thought for others, all womanly. But, now that the strain had relaxed, she reverted, just a little, to her other self. It was, for the moment, the Great American Pumess who spoke: "Won't you even say you're glad to see me?" "Glad!"
"That don't sound much like the Great American Man-eating Pumess of yore. There's been a big change in you since you sidetracked Will Douglas, Esmé. Did you really care? No, of course, you didn't," she answered herself. "He's a nice chap, but he isn't particularly brave or fine, I guess." A light broke in upon her: "Esmé! Is it, after all "
The information came like a dash of extremely cold water, which no pumess, reformed or otherwise, likes. Miss Elliot sat her down to a thoughtful consideration of the "Clarion." She found she was in good company. Several other bright and shining lights of the local firmament, social, financial, and commercial, shared the photographic notoriety.
"I don't know," he said to himself uncertainly, "I don't know but what he's worth it." McGUIRE ELLIS WAKES UP On implication of the Highest Authority we have it that the leopard cannot change his spots. The Great American Pumess is a feline of another stripe. Stress of experience and emotion has been known to modify sensibly her predatory characteristics.
"However, for the sake of our partnership, and if you'll promise to come again soon to tell us how to run the paper " "I knew you'd be kind!" There was just the faintest pressure of the delicate paw, before it was withdrawn. The Great American Pumess was feeling the thrill of power over men and events. "I think I like the newspaper business. But I've got to be at my other trade now."
The Great American Pumess shot forth a little paw such a soft, shapely, hesitant, dainty, appealing little paw and laid it on Hal's hand. "Please," she said. "But, Esmé," he began. It was the first time he had used that intimacy with her. Her eyes dropped. "We're partners, aren't we?" she said. "Of course." "Then you won't let them print it!" "If Miss Pierce goes rampaging around the streets "
Meantime, far across the map at a famous Florida hostelry, the Great American Pumess, in the first flush and pride of her engagement which all commentators agree upon as characteristic of maidenhood's vital resolution, lay curled up in a little fluffy coil of misery and tears, repeating between sobs, "I hate him! I hate him!" Meaning her fiancé, Mr.
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