United States or Saint Helena, Ascension, and Tristan da Cunha ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Such people as the Latimers and the Mavericks can talk forever, but Marcia hardly keeps up to concert pitch in a long harangue, and Wilmarth is not altogether a society man, though I must say he does uncommonly well as a benedict. And you can waltz, too. Floyd actually bestowed the privilege upon me," and he gives a light, flute-like laugh.
She is such a dear, happy little thing! Not many days after this Wilmarth meets Marcia bowling along in the spring sunshine. He raises his hat, pauses, and with her coquettish instinct she stops. "Good day, Miss Grandon," he says, with a low bow. "I thought of coming down to call on you. Have you given up all your old habits of designing?
Lindmeyer will proceed to the factory and get everything in good running order for next week, and hunt up one man who understands this business, an Englishman who is looking around for a permanent position, whom he has known for some years. "Our superintendent holds his engagement by the year," says Wilmarth, with provoking suavity. "What can we do with him?"
"I shall expect you to take some part of the business, Eugene, and keep to it. Wilmarth is admirable in his department. He is getting out new patterns, and now that he is really convinced of success he will no doubt throw all his energies into it. Will you keep the books and look after the correspondence? I have so much work of my own to do, and we must economize all we can."
"But Marcia is I mean she has many nice ways," remarks Violet, as if deprecating harsher criticism. "Well, for those who like her ways." "You are not quite " and Violet pauses. "Generous or enthusiastic or any of the other womanish adjectives." Eugene pauses, for Marcia comes to meet them and Mr. Wilmarth stands on the porch.
If either of you gentlemen," glancing at Wilmarth and Grandon, "will advance me sufficient means, and allow me to choose my own foreman, perhaps a head man in every department, I will prove to you in a month that the thing is a success, that there is a fortune in it." The steady, confident ring in the man's voice inspires them all. He is no wild enthusiast.
"How could he have had the St. Vincent fortune?" Wilmarth is surprised. Is it possible that Marcia does not know? Have these two men kept the secret from the family? "Why of course you are aware that it was offered to Eugene!" he answers, composedly. "No, I am not," she replies, shortly. "Was it to marry Violet?" He nods. "Yes, she seemed to go begging for a husband.
She is just in range of a window, and the man watching her feels that Floyd Grandon has more than his share of this world's favors. What has life done for him? asks Jasper Wilmarth with bitter scorn. Given him a crooked, unhandsome body, a lowering face, with its heavy brows and square, rugged features.
But when he sees Floyd Grandon floating up and down with that lovely fairy-like figure in his arms, he hates him more bitterly than before. Irene Lepelletier and Jasper Wilmarth could well join hands here. The gulf between them is not so very wide. Marcia is up in the next waltz as well, but this time with an old admirer.
Grandon Park and Westbrook are shocked by the awful suddenness. There is always a peculiar awe about an accidental death, and it passes for an overdose of powerful medicine Mr. Wilmarth was in the habit of using. The dead face holds its secret well.
Word Of The Day