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But you can take it from me, the end she met with would surprise you." Shortly after, Claire's door quietly opened, and Cora, with a lighted taper in her hand, tiptoed cautiously in, like a young torch-bearing avant-courrière, behind whom Mrs. Slawson, laden with a wonderful tray, advanced processionally. "Light the changelier, an' then turn it low," Martha whispered.
Martha was still busy wrestling with the pyramid of dishes left over from the feast, when at last Claire came in alone. "Did you get a chance to compose yourself, an' quiet down some under the stars?" inquired Mrs. Slawson. "It's been a noisy day, with lots doin'. I don't wonder you're so tired your cheeks is fairly blazin' with it, an' your eyes are shinin' like lit lamps."
"Search me!" "I told him the truth." "We-ell?" "And I'm going to marry him!" Mrs. Slawson sat down hard upon the nearest chair, as if the happy shock had deprived her of strength to support her own weight. "No!" she fairly shouted. "Yes!" cried Claire. "And, O, Martha! I'm so happy! And did you ever dream such a thing could possibly happen?" "Well, you certaintly have give me a start.
So, if you happen to be in a hole, my dear, without friends or such things in the city, you feel free to turn to, or if you seem to stand in need of a word of advice, or anything else, why, dontcher hesitate a minute. It'd be a pretty deep hole Martha Slawson couldn't see over the edge of, be sure of that, even if she did have to stand on her toes to do it.
Mother wants to hang it in front of the kitchen-range, so's the pretty lady can go by-bye all warm an' comfy, after she's took her supper off'n the tray, like Sabina did when she had the measles." Huge Sam Slawson, senior, overtopping his wife by fully half a head, gazed down upon his little hive, from shaggy-browed, benevolent eyes.
What idea'll they get o' the holy estate o' matrimony, I should like to know? That the man has the upper hand? That's a nice notion for a girl to grow up with, nowadays. Hark! My, but he's givin' it to her good an' plenty this time! Sammy Slawson, shame on ye, man! to let a poor woman be beat like that, an' never raise a hand to save your own childern from bein' old maids.
At last he rose and with uncertain steps sought his own suite, above-stairs. Billionaire and world-master though he was, that night he knew his heart lay dead within him. He realized that all the fruits of life were Dead Sea fruits, withered to dust and ashes on his pale and quivering lips. He was aroused from this bitter revery by a rapping at the door. Opening, he admitted Slawson, his valet.
The servile one handed him a letter with a special-delivery stamp on it. "Excuse me for intruding, sir," said Slawson, meekly smiling, "but I knew this was urgent." "All right. Get out!" growled Flint. When the man was gone, he fortified himself with a couple of morphine tablets, and ripped the long envelope. It was from Slade, he knew, of the Cosmos Agency. With a rapid eye he glanced it over.
It was particularly encouraging to Claire, just at this time, to view Martha in the light of one who did not know the meaning of the word fail, for Mrs. Slawson had assured her that if she would give up all attempt to find employment on her own account, she, Mrs. Slawson, felt she could safely promise to get her "a job that would be satisfacktry all round, only one must be a little pationate."
I'm the law an' the policeman on my own account, an' if you budge from that floor till I tell you get up, I'll come over there an' set down on ye so hard, your wife won't know you from a pancake in the mornin'. I'll show you the power o' the press!" Sam Slawson was no coward, but his face was pallid with consternation at Martha's hardihood.
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