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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Comes over every Sunday night as usual, eh?" asks Warrie. She nods. "Wednesdays now, too," says she. "Then," says Warrie, "you and Elmer are to er " "Ah reckon," says Valentina. "Sometime this spring." "Well, well!" says Warrie. Then, as kind of an afterthought, he holds out his hand. "My best wishes for you both," says he. "Thanks," says Valentina, and gives him about half a smile.
"I was only thinkin'," says I, "that if the cards could have been shuffled different, with Gladys startin' in Sand Spur and Valentina on the Avenue, Warrie might not have so many yawns comin' to him across the dinner-table. But then, maybe Elmer of the Swamp deserves some lucky breaks. Who knows?" You see, I was openin' the mornin' mail. Hope you get that part.
And Ah sure would like to see Warrie mahself." "Warrie!" says I. "Oh, gosh! Why, you mean young Mr. Mason Warren, don't you?" She nods. "Well, say, that's too bad," says I. "My fault, though. But I never thought of Warrie as the one. Why, he hasn't been with the Corrugated for over a year now." I might have added that we'd had hard work missin' him at any time.
I watches her nod careless as Warrie explains what's in the note, and the next minute he's out givin' me the cordial hail. "What!" says he. "A friend from Sand Spur? By Jove! It it can't be Valentina, can it?" "She's the one," says I. "Goin' back early in the mornin' too, so I didn't know but you might like to step out and " "Step out nothing!" says he. "Bring her in.
Well, that's the way them two went on, like a couple of kids talkin' over a summer vacation. I gathered that Warrie had simply quit the sanatorium where he'd been played for a good thing, and settled down in Sand Spur with the Toziers; gettin' fat on the weird dishes Valentina could cook, and havin' the time of his life.
"Wouldn't do a bit of good in the world," says Valentina, "for Ah'm not stopping anywhere. You see, Ah come up with pop on a lumber-schooner, and we'll be headed out past Sandy Hook by sunrise." "Can't we locate Warrie to-night some way?" I asks. Mr. Robert shrugs his shoulders. "We can," says he. "I happen to know where he is at this moment."
Then he whispers, "Dining at the Tarleton; Miss Prentice is with him." "Gee!" says I. Maybe you've seen pictures of this young society queen that's annexed Warrie? I had. That's why I took such a long breath before askin', "Would you take a chance?" "Eh?" says Mr. Robert. Then, as the idea strikes in, he develops that eye twinkle. "Why," he goes on, "I see no serious objection.
"M-m-m-m!" says Warrie, smackin' his lips. "Remember the ones we roasted that day?" "'Deed I do," says she. "You didn't want to try 'em at first." "Wasn't I all kinds of a chump, though?" says he. "And that first chicken pillau you made! Say! "You know," says Warrie, turnin' to Gladys, "it was Valentina who actually knocked out that rheumatism of mine.
Not that he wasn't all right in his way, but well, it was just a case of bein' more ornamental than useful. A bit thick in the head, Warrie. But it was a stunnin' head reg'lar Apollonaris Belvidere. He had wavy brown hair, and big, peaceful brown eyes. Stood a little over six feet too, and they say that when it came to ridin' a spotted pony and swingin' a polo mallet he was all there.
"Isn't that the place he discovered when he was sent South to bake out his shoulder? Florida, isn't it?" "West coast," says Valentina. "Of course," says Mr. Robert. "He talked a lot about it. Seemed to have grown rather fond of the people there." "We all thought a heap of Warrie," says Miss Tozier, lettin' loose that mesmerizin' smile of hers. Mr.
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