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Lorelei turned from the man on her left, who had regaled her with an endless story, the point of which had sent the teller into hiccoughs of laughter, and said to John Merkle: "I'm glad I'm with you to-night. I don't like drinking men." "Can a girl in your position afford preferences?" he inquired, tartly. Thus far the banker had fully lived up to his sour reputation. "All women are extravagant.
Nort shouted back to his brother, who sat astride his pony near Bud Merkle. "It'll be your turn next!" Into the herd he wormed his way on Blaze, dodging here and there, but with his eyes ever on the calf he hoped to cut out so it could be branded. Nort leaned forward in his saddle, and then his cousin and brother, eagerly watching from outside the herd, saw the boy rancher's hand shoot up.
Unlimited power had forced him into the peculiar isolation of a chief executive; he had grown hard, suspicious, arbitrary. Even to his son he had been for years a remote being. It was not until the last conference had broken up, not until the last forces had been disposed for the coming battle, that he spoke to Merkle of Bob's marriage.
As the machine drew up to the Elegancia, Jimmy Knight leaped to the running-board and said hurriedly: "Send your driver away." Merkle did as he was directed, realizing his worst fears. When he and Jim stood alone on the walk he inquired weakly, "Is he dead?" Jim shook his head, and Merkle saw that he was deeply agitated. "No. But he's got a bullet in his chest."
She waited until a lank bell-boy, in a brown uniform that was some sizes too small for him, had ceased to take any interest in the game of chess which Bauer and Merkle, the champion firemen chess-players, were contesting on the walk before the open doorway of the engine-house.
Hammon and the girls." Hammon groaned. "But we mustn't leave a trail, understand? Now go quickly, and do the best you can." He followed Bob to the door and let him out. Instead of returning to the library, however, Merkle stepped swiftly down the hall, then, without knocking, opened the door to Lilas Lynn's bedroom and entered.
If she'd only told us she was going out with Merkle we might have framed something worth while I don't mind telling you this is a pretty weak case." "He won't stand publicity; they never do," averred Mrs. Knight. "Oh, he's not like Hammon; he hasn't GOT a family-and Lorelei won't back us up, either. We've got to bluff it through." "Wouldn't he marry her?" "Not a chance.
He could be heard gently apologizing and explaining that he was in quest of a Fairy Princess, whereupon Lorelei hastily locked her door. "That's the worst of these swells," observed Lilas, as she left. "They pay high and go anywhere they please. Bergman caters to them." Lorelei delayed her toilet purposely, and finally dismissed Croft; then she wrote a note to John Merkle, in care of his bank.
"The new saddle-bag purse. See? It's very Frenchy. Gold fittings and a coin-purse and card-case inside. See the monogram? I'm going to keep this." "Don't you keep all your gifts?" "Not the expensive ones. Lilas picked these out for Mr. Hammon, and they're exquisite. We share the same dressing-room, you know." Merkle regarded her with a sudden new interest. "You and she dress together?" "Yes."
"Next turn is Lake Avenue," the young man called out over his shoulder; and as they paused in the wake of a big omnibus groaning with Knights of Pythias in cocked hats and swords, Charity looked up and saw on the corner a brick house with a conspicuous black and gold sign across its front. "Dr. Merkle; Private Consultations at all hours.
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