The San Francisco call., 1904-07-17
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pledSanlly. WhOS pulling the
stock"
Never you mind. so long as his
name isn't Ramsey"
But why shouldn't his name be
Ramsey" he .cooed.
Just because it isn't. I'm expect
ing friend. Hadn't you better go
home to Mrs. Dowager Diamonds?"
Bully! Is that what you call her?
No, I'll stay and meet your friend"
Better not
"Oh; I'm not afraid. Does he know
as much about you as do?"
More"
About your weakness for other
girls coats?"
Yes"
Yes"
You do know it all, don't you? And
yet you care for me, Maggie Monahan!
| retreated before him into the din
ing-room What in the world to do to
get rid of him!
Il think you'd better go home, Mr..
Ramsay" / said again, decidedly. IF
You don't, I'll have TO call the janitor
to put you OUT
call, sweetheart. He'll put you out
with me; for I'll tell him thing or
two about you, and We'll go and find a
better place than this. Stock can't be
quoted so high, after all, if this is the
pest prospectus your friend can put
up. Why don't you call ?"
/ looked at him. / was thinking.
Well?" he demanded.
I've changed my mind
l, q
man-ugly as a cannibal he may be
and old as the cannibars great-Srand-
father-that couldn't be persuaded he
was lady-killer?
His manner changed altogether. He
pumped down on the lounge and
patted the place beside him invitingly,
giving me wink that was deadly.
But, Mrs. Dowager!" I exclaimed
coquettishly.
oh, that's all right, little one! She
hasn't even missed me yet. When she's
playing bridge she forgets even to be
Jealous"
Playing bridge" murmured
sweetly, way off in Philadelphia,
while you, you naughty man
Oh, he loved that!
Not so naughty as-as I'd like to
be" he beloved. heavily witty. And
she isn't way off in Philadelphia either
She's just round the corner at Mrs.
Gates, and-what's the matter?"
Nothing-nothing. Did she recognize
me?"
Oh, that's what scared you. is it?
She didn't recognize you. Neither did
I till ! got that second glimpse of you
xsyif hok
If she had-ho! ho! ho 1 say; do you
know, you couldn't convince the Bishop
and Henrietta, if you'd talk till dooms-
day, that that red coat and hat we
advertised weren't taken by little girl
that was daffy. Fact; L swear it,!
They admit you took the coat, you little
witch, but it was when you were out
OF your mind-of course-of course!
The very fact that she left the coat
behind her and took nothing else from
the house shows "a mind diseased in
sisted Henrietta. OF course-of course,
And her coming for no reason at all to
your house. adds the Bishop. Say,
what was the reason?"
Maggie. I'll tell you hard thing; it
isn't when people think worse of you
than you are, but better, that you feel
most uncomfortable. l got pale and
sick inside of me at the thought of my
poor little Bishop. / loved him for be-
lieying me straight and
I've been dying of curiosity to know
what was in your wise little head that
day." he went on. 'Oh, it was wise
all right; that wink you gave me was
perfectly sane; there was method in
that madness of yours
Il will tell you, Mr.. Ramsay" 1 said
sweetly, cat supper
Supper
YES, the supper you're going to get
for me-
His believing laughter filed the
place. Maggie, our little fat and our
few things don't go we'll with sounds
like that.
"Oh. you're all alike. you women!"
he roared. "All right, supper it is.
Where shall we go-Rector's?"
I pouted.
It's so much more co5y right here"
I said. "I'll telephone. There's Bro
phys, just round the corner, and they
send in the loveliest things"
''Oh. they do! Well, tell 'em to begin
sending"
I thought he'd follow me out
in the hall to the phone, but he
was having some trouble in pulling
out his purse-to count out his money,
1 suppose. I got Central and asked
for the number. Oh, yes, L knew 1t all
right; l had called up that same num-
Der once, already, to-day. Brophys?
Why, Maggie Monahan, you ought to
know there's no Brophy's. At least
none that 1 ever heard about.
With my hand over the mouthpiece,
so that nobody heard but Edward, 1
ordered supper fit for a king-or
chorus girl! What didn't 1 order
Champaign broiled lobster, crab meat,
stuffed pimentoes, kirschkaffee-every
thing I'd ever heard Beryl Blackburn
tell about.
Say, say" nterrupted<iEdward, COM
ing out after me. "TSat's enough of
that stuff. Tell him ta.v seEd in a
Scotch and soda and-whAt-"
For at that moment the connection
was made and I cut in sweetly with:
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