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Updated: June 15, 2025
They were a very splendid picture in the arc light, these forty young bucks with their flying hair and plunging ponies. The moment must have been one of unmixed joy to them as the whites gave back, leaving them the street width. Jack Henderson rushed up in Jim's automobile just as the street cleared. Jim hurried to the machine. "Jack, did you see Mrs. Saradokis?" "Took her home in the machine.
He said no more until they were in Jim's room at the hotel. Jim began to pack rapidly and Uncle Denny remarked, casually: "Penelope is Saradokis' wife, you know." Jim's drawl was razor-edged. "Uncle Denny, she never was and never will be Saradokis' wife." "Oh, I know! Only in name! But I may as well tell you that I think she was unwise in going to you."
I wanted to offer myself to you as a man of real achievement. You see how I failed. I have made a reputation as a grafting, inefficient engineer with the public. You are another man's wife. But, Penelope, I am not going to give you up! "One gets a new view of life out here. You are wrong in staying with Saradokis. Why should three lives be ruined by his tragedy? Pen! Pen!
"How long have you known Mr. Saradokis?" "Met him for the first time last night," replied the ex-saloonkeeper. Jim eyed the man skeptically and Murphy spoke with sudden heat. "That's on the level. I heard he was backing Fleckenstein and so I thought he'd help me get back at you. But he cursed me as I'll stand from no man because Underwood made a monkey of me by lugging me up there before you.
Then very firmly: "Penelope, you belong to me. Remember that, always. We belong to each other. When I have made a name for myself I'm coming back to marry you." "But," protested Pen, "I'd much rather be a duchess." Jim held her hands firmly. "You belong to me. You shall never marry Saradokis." Pen's soft gaze deepened as she looked into Jim's eyes.
"Under the circumstances, it is hardly in good taste for you to remain. It might look as if you and I were having a gentleman's agreement on the price of dams." Freet laughed. "I had planned to take the six o'clock train. I quite finished my business with Saradokis last night. He's a brilliant business man. Too bad he has that silly whim about you." Jim did not answer.
Uncle Denny panted after Jim, but before they reached the tent house, Mrs. Flynn stopped them on the trail. "It's all over," she said. "I've taken Mrs. Penelope over to our house. I'll take charge up here." "You don't mean Saradokis is dead?" cried Uncle Denny. "He is, God rest his poor wicked soul!" Jim stood white and rigid.
This bunch does as good work as the American owners will pay for." Jim was silent for a time, then he said: "I wonder what's the matter with us Americans? How did we come to give our country away to this horde?" "'Us Americans!" mimicked Saradokis. "What is an American, anyhow?" "I'm an American," returned Jim, briefly. "Sure," answered the Greek, "but so am I and so are most of these fellows.
"Do you think I fear you, with your vile tongue and your yellow heart, George Saradokis? There is neither fear nor love nor hope nor regret left in my heart! It long ago learned that marriage is a travesty and our marriage a nightmare. Do you think your impudence or your threats hurt me any more? You waste your breath if you do. You and I have made a hopeless mess of our lives.
Nothing in after life ever fills the hollow left by the first friendship of childhood and Phil was hallowed in Jim's memory along with all the beauties of the swimming hole and the quiet elms around the old Exham mansions. But Jim's new chum gave him his first opportunity at hero-worship, which is an essential step in a boy's growth. The young man's name was George Saradokis.
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