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He is as nice as pie this afternoon, so I have an idea that he busted the chair and doesn't want old Jones to find out about it." "I will say a good word for you," said Barnes, grinning. He found Mr. Rushcroft in a greatly perturbed state of mind.
He was vastly interested in the stage, he declared. As a matter of fact, he had been told a thousand times that he ought to go on the stage. He had decided talent.... "If you change your mind," said Mr. Rushcroft, "and conclude to try a whirl at it, just let me know. I can find a place for you in my company at any time. If there isn't a vacancy, we can always write in an Irish comedy part."
She was staring out of the window, and there was a strained, almost harassed expression about the corners of her mouth. The glimpse he had of her dark eyes revealed something sullen, rebellious in them. She had taken no part in the conversation for some time. "I am prepared and willing to advance this amount, Mr. Rushcroft, and to take your personal note as security."
Rushcroft, fellow named Barnes. Quite a swell, believe me." It was a well-placed tip, for Mr. Rushcroft had been telling the natives for days that he knew everybody worth knowing in New York. Barnes was momentarily taken aback. Then he rose to the spirit of the occasion. "Hello, Rushcroft," he greeted, as if meeting an old time and greatly beloved friend. "This IS good.
They proved her to be possessed of fine feelings and a genuine sense of appreciation. "As a matter of fact, Mr. Rushcroft, I think she is quite right," he said flatly. "It isn't a bad idea to practice economy." "My dear sir," said Rushcroft peevishly, "where would I be now in my profession if I had practiced economy at the expense of progress?" "I don't know," confessed Barnes, much too promptly.
Bacon, apologetically. Rushcroft exploded. "A scurvy insult," he boomed. "Confound his " The new guest was amiable. He interrupted the outraged star. "Tell Mr. Jones that I shall settle promptly," he said, with a smile. The "heavy leads" lowered his voice. "He told me that he had had a horrible thought." "He never has anything else," said Mr. Rushcroft.
Rushcroft, unpardonable behaviour of two officious gentlemen, lately arrived, who insisted politely but firmly on prying into the past, present and future history of the several members of the organisation, including the new "backer" or "angel," as one of the operatives slyly observed to the other on beholding Miss Thackeray.
'Pon my soul, you are like a thriving date palm in the middle of an endless desert. How are you?" They shook hands warmly. Mr. Dillingford slapped the newcomer on the shoulder, affectionately, familiarly, and shouted: "Who would have dreamed we'd run across good old Barnesy up here? By Jove, it's marvellous!" "Friends, countrymen," boomed Mr. Rushcroft, "this is Mr. Barnes of New York.
Rushcroft hesitated long enough to impress upon Landlord Jones the importance of providing his "distinguished friend, Robert W. Barnes," with the very best that the establishment afforded. Putnam Jones blinked slightly and his eyes sought the register as if to accuse or justify his memory. Then he spat copiously into the corner, a necessary preliminary to a grin.
"Am I to assume that you wish to withdraw your offer to lend me " "Not at all," said Barnes. "My desire to stake you to the comforts and dignity your station deserves remains unchanged. If you will bear with me until I have finished shaving I will go with you to Mr. Jones and show him the colour of your money." Mr. Rushcroft grinned shamelessly.
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