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Updated: June 18, 2025


I weel show you Messes T-S. But you must not speak she would not like eet if I showed her to gentlemen. But her back ees turned and she cannot move. We do not let them see the apparatus, because eet ees rather frightful, eet would make them seek. You will be very steel, eh?" "Mum's the word, Madame," said Rosythe, speaking for the three of us. "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!" moaned the voice.

And then: "Any man will join in laughter; but who will join in disease?" "Hey?" said Rosythe; and it was my turn to grin. "Mr. Carpenter has just done me a great service," I explained. "I got badly mauled in the mob " "Oh!" cried the other. "At the Excelsior Theatre!" Here was something to talk about, to cover his bewilderment. "So you were in it! I was watching them just now."

"They call me Carpenter." "Ah!" said the critic. "Mr. Carpenter, delighted to meet you." He gave the stranger a hearty grip of the hand. "Are you on location?" "Location?" said the other; and Rosythe shot an arrow of laughter towards me. Perhaps he knew about the vagaries of my Aunt Caroline; anyhow, he would have a fantastic tale to tell about me, and was going to exploit it to the limit!

Rosythe pushed open a door, and I saw before me a spacious parlor, with birds of paradise of the female sex lounging in upholstered chairs. I was led to a vast plush sofa, and sank into it with a sigh of relief. The stranger stood beside me, and put his hand on my head once more.

Then, taking for granted that this settled it, he turned to the rest. "You come vit us, Mary?" "I must wait for my grannie." "Sure, you leave your car fer grannie, and you come vit us, and we git some dinner, and den we see dem mob scenes took. You come along, Mr. Carpenter, I gotta have some talk vit you. And you, Billy? And Rosythe come, pile in."

And Carpenter turned his dark eyes on me. "I observe that you have many kinds of mobs in your city," he remarked. "And the police do interfere with some of them." "My Gawd!" cried T-S. "You gonna have a lot o' bums jumpin' on people ven dey try to git to dinner?" Said Carpenter: "Mr. Rosythe said that the police would not work unless they were paid. May I ask, who pays them to work here?

What was more peculiarly characteristic of the olden age, was the discharge of a culverin at the party from the battlements of the old castle of Rosythe, on the north side of the Ferry, the lord of which happened to have some public or private quarrel with the Lord Lindesay, and took this mode of expressing his resentment.

I just met Edgerton Rosythe; he's got a good excuse, I admit I'm almost as much scared of his wife as he is himself. But still, I'd like a chance to get tired of some man first! Want to come upstairs with me, and see what Planchet's doing to my old grannie in her scalping-shop?

I was about to reply, but Carpenter, it appeared, was able to take care of himself. "The line of love," he answered, gently. "See here, Rosythe," I broke in, "I can't stand on the street. I'm beginning to feel seedy again. I think I'll have a taxi." "No," said the critic. "Come with me. I'm on the way to pick up the missus. Right around the corner a fine place to rest."

But as this performance went on, his face became one enormous, wide-spreading grin; and you can understand, that made him seem quite devilish. I saw that Carpenter was more and more goaded by it. He would look at Rosythe, and then he would turn away in aversion.

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