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It was his familiar flourish, an old story to Bibbs, and now jovially declaimed for the edification of Mary Vertrees. It was a great night for Sheridan the very crest of his wave. He sat there knowing himself Thane and master by his own endeavor; and his big, smooth, red face grew more and more radiant with good will and with the simplest, happiest, most boy-like vanity.
"It's it's being taken down-town," said Mrs. Vertrees. "Won't you come in and make me a little visit. I was SO sorry, the other day, that I was ah " She stopped inconsequently, then repeated her invitation. "Won't you come in? I'd really " "Thank you, but I must be running back. My husband usually gets home about this time, and I make a little point of it always to be there." "That's very sweet."
Vertrees, speaking direct untruth with perfect unconsciousness. "But you said that that you found the latter part of the evening at young Mrs. Sheridan's unentertaining " "And as Mr. James Sheridan was there, and I saw more of him than at dinner, and had a horribly stupid time in spite of that, you think I " And then it was Mary who left the deduction unfinished. Mrs.
The growth of the city, which might easily have made him a millionaire, had ruined him because he had failed to understand it. When towns begin to grow they have whims, and the whims of a town always ruin somebody. Mr. Vertrees had been most strikingly the somebody in this case.
"She thought that it might be annoying for you," Mrs. Vertrees explained. "Really, she planned for you not to know about it until they had removed until after to-morrow, that is, but I decided to to mention it. You see, she didn't even tell me about it until this morning. She has another idea, too, I'm afraid. It's it's " "Well?" he urged, as she found it difficult to go on.
"No, that's just it!" she cried. "And papa had never even heard the name of Vertrees! Mrs. Vertrees went with some anti-smoke committee to see him, and he told her that smoke was what made her husband bring home his wages from the pay-roll on Saturday night! HE told us about it, and I thought I just couldn't live through the night, I was so ashamed! Mr.
We may " They were turning into their own driveway as he spoke, and he glanced at the old house next door. Mary Vertrees was visible in the twilight, standing upon the front steps, bareheaded, the door open behind her. She bowed gravely. "'We may' what?" asked Mrs. Sheridan, with a slight impatience. "What is it, mother?" "You said, 'We may, and didn't finish what you were sayin'."
He says Bibbs isn't anyways bad off YET; and he thinks he could stand the pace and get fat on it if well, this is what'd made YOU laugh if you'd been there, Miss Vertrees honest it would!" He paused to chuckle, and stole a glance at her. She was gazing straight before her at the wall; her lips were parted, and visibly she was breathing heavily and quickly.
Vertrees nodded; and though both the mother and the daughter understood, Mary felt it better to make the understanding definite. "Well," she asked, gravely, "is there anything else I can do? You and papa don't want me to do anything that distresses me, and so, as this is the only thing to be done, it seems it's up to me not to let it distress me. That's all there is about it, isn't it?"
Vertrees had sold his horses and the worn Victoria and "station-wagon," to pay the arrears of his two servants and re-establish credit at the grocer's and butcher's and a pair of elderly carriage-horses with such accoutrements are not very ample barter, in these days, for six months' food and fuel and service. Mr.
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