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About two hours later the feller saw Billy comin' out of the same place and Billy owned up he'd gone back there and blowed in every cent. 'Why, you geezer, says his friend, 'didn't I put you on that they was dealin' brace there? 'Sure, says Billy, 'sure you did. But what could I do? It was the only game in town!" "That New York mania is the same sort," said Shepler, laughing, while Mrs.
But that was before Shepler proposed. I'd give long odds she wouldn't consider me now. I haven't enough for her with him in the game." "Well, you go in and make her wish she'd waited for you." "I'll do that; I'll make Shepler look like a well-to-do business man from Pontiac, Michigan." "Is that brother of hers you told me about still makin' up to that party?" "Can't say.
"Meaning their Western origin?" inquired Shepler, blandly, with secret intent to brew strife. "Well er to be sure, my dear fellow, not necessarily humble, of course perhaps I should have said " "Of course, not necessarily disgraceful, as you say, Milbrey," interrupted Shepler, "and they often do conceal it.
They were still a moment, while he stroked her hair. "They'll be turning in early to-night, having to get up to-morrow and preach sermons what a dreary place heaven must be compared with this!" She sat up quickly. "Oh, I'd forgotten. How awful it is. Isn't it awful?" "It will soon be over." "But think of my people, and what's expected of me think of Mr. Shepler."
The cold-blooded, calculating sybarite in his lighter moments, but a man whose values as a son-in-law were so ideally superb that the Milbrey ambition had never vaulted high enough even to overlook them for one daring moment! Shepler, whom he had known so long and so intimately, with never the audacious thought of a union so stupendously glorious! "Margaret, you're jesting!" Mrs.
"It's funny that's exactly what I told Aunt Cornelia about that that man." "Let's stop joking, then." "How absurd you are with my plans all made and the day set " There was a knock at the door. He went over and unlocked it. Jarvis was there. "Mr. Shepler, Miss Avice." They looked at each other. "Jarvis, shut that door and wait outside." "Yes, Mr. Bines." "You can't see him."
In the spacious dining compartment of the Shepler car the party was presently at lunch. "You seem so little like a Western man," Mrs. Milbrey confided graciously to Percival on her right. "We cal'late he'll fetch out all straight, though, in a year or so," put in Uncle Peter, from over his chop, with guileless intent to defend his grandson from what he believed to be an attack.
On three successive days the old man held lengthy interviews with Shepler in the latter's private office. At the close of the third day's interview, Shepler sent for Relpin, of the brokerage firm of Relpin and Hendricks. A few days after this Uncle Peter said to Percival one morning: "I want to have a talk with you, son." "All right, Uncle Peter," was the cheerful answer.
Still holding her closely with one arm, he opened the door. The man stared impassively above their heads a graven image of unconsciousness. "Jarvis." "Yes, sir." "Miss Milbrey wishes you to say to Mr. Shepler that she is engaged " "That I'm ill," she interrupted, still making little struggles to twist from his grasp, her head still bent down. "That she is engaged with Mr.
He suspected at once that her father was the trim, fastidiously dressed man who looked as if he had been abducted from a morning stroll down the avenue to his club; that the plump, ruddy, high-bred woman, surveying the West disapprovingly through a lorgnon, would be her mother. Shepler he knew by sight, with his big head, massive shoulders, and curiously short, tapering body.
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