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"Charles Wrexell Allen," cried Marian and I together. The Celebrity looked surprised. "How did you know?" he demanded. "Go on with your story," said Marian; "what did he do?" "What did he do?" said the Celebrity; "why, the blackguard stepped up and shook me by the hand, and asked after my health, and wanted to know whether I were married yet.
Charles Wrexell Allen, treasurer of the widely known Miles Standish Bicycle Company, was said to have led the cotillon in a manner that left nothing to be desired. So it was this gentleman whom the Celebrity was personating! A queer whim indeed.
Charles Wrexell Allen arrived at Asquith and created a sensation with the man who stole his name I should have been amply satisfied. But that Mr. Allen had been obliging enough to abscond with a large sum of money was beyond dreaming! I glanced at the rest of it: a history of the well-established company followed, with all that Mr. Allen had done for it.
"Crocker," said he, at length, "there's a man here from Boston, Charles Wrexell Allen; came this morning. You know Boston. Have you ever heard of him?" "Allen," I repeated, reflecting; "no Charles Wrexell." "It is Charles Wrexell, I think," said Farrar, as though the matter were trivial. "However, we can go into the register and make sure." "What about him?" I asked, not feeling inclined to stir.
Now that one still more attractive had arrived I was curious to see how he would steer between the two, for I made no doubt that matters had progressed rather far with Miss Trevor. And in this I was not mistaken. But his choice of the name of Charles Wrexell Allen bothered me considerably.
It was small wonder, said the knowing at Asquith, that Mr. Charles Wrexell Allen should be attracted by Irene Trevor. With the lake breezes of the north the red and the tan came into her cheeks, those boon companions of the open who are best won by the water-winds. Perhaps they brought, too, the spring to the step and the light under the long lashes when she flashed a look across the table.
"He must make friends easily," I said. "With the women? yes," he replied, so scathingly that I was forced to laugh in spite of myself. "Let us go in and look at the register," I suggested. "You may have his name wrong." We went in accordingly. Sure enough, in bold, heavy characters, was the name Charles Wrexell Allen written out in full. That handwriting was one in a thousand.
Now that one still more attractive had arrived I was curious to see how he would steer between the two, for I made no doubt that matters had progressed rather far with Miss Trevor. And in this I was not mistaken. But his choice of the name of Charles Wrexell Allen bothered me considerably.
And whereas, before the arrival of the H. Sinclair, there had been much dissension and many quarrels concerning the disposal of the quasi Charles Wrexell Allen, when the tug steamed away to the southwards but one opinion remained, that, like Jonah, he must be got rid of. And no one concurred more heartily in this than the Celebrity himself.
Would that he had discovered in the shroud of mystery the cloak of fame! It was small wonder, said the knowing at Asquith, that Mr. Charles Wrexell Allen should be attracted by Irene Trevor. With the lake breezes of the north the red and the tan came into her cheeks, those boon companions of the open who are best won by the water-winds.
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