The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1909-07-08
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Come on now" he ordered. III
will be dinnertime before we know
where we are.
1T was here I first saw you,
he said, hating her again on the
steps of the bank.
"And / saw you," she admitted,
blushing. "You were looking at
me SO strangely. And l didn't un.
derstand. Jules Chevrel was wait.
ing for me in the cross street.
was horribly frightened then"
"The-the dog!" said he, ex-
plosively. 1T l ever come across
him again 1t will be bad day for
him."
"And yet, but for him you'd
never have seen me-" she remind
ed him.
He shook his head solemnly over
that undeniable fact.
True for you," he agreed. tits
a queer thing that his rascally ma.
chination should have been the
means of my meeting you. And
that reminds me, l must pay you
back the thousand dollars he
charged you for the introduction?"
II think it's been worth that to
me, DEAR" she whispered, and he
slipped an arm round her waist
while he led her through the swing
door into the bank.
His former acquaintance there
greeted him with great Difference.
Eyes, we received all your let
ters, Mr.. New-Mr. Quaintance,
said he, having been presented to
Mrs. Quaintance and as soon as
he could bring himself to give
over bowling before her beauty, es-
cape from his obvious enchantment
to the dry details of business
again. "The bank is perfectly sat
isfied, and your old account will
be transferred to the new one at
once. Will you please record your
usual signature here?
"'Stephen Quaintance.' Quite
so. l thank you. No, not at all
it's pleasure. An account for
Mrs. Quaintance? We shall be only
too pleased. You sign here, Mrs.
Quaintance, just under your hus-
bands name. Mr.. Quaintance's
check on ourselves for thousand
dollars as first deposit. Quite SO.
thank you"
He handed the blushing bride
her own private passbook and a
slim folio containing checks. And
he was still bowling delightedly
when Quaintance bethought him.
self of the diamonds. These were
promptly produced and delivered
into his own hands.
She looked down, entranced,. at
the lambert, rose-colored stones,
one in each pink palm.
ooh, Stephen! she cried in a
low and tremulous voice, looking
up at. him, they're far too splendid
for me You should hae married a
princess!
"He hast" calculated the banker,
before he could recollect himself,
and drew back in direct confusion.
Quaintance grinned most amiably
in his direction.
Here, give them to me-" he re-
quested, and tucked them into one
of his waistcoat pockets. "WeIl
take them to Tiffany's in the morn
ing and have them set. And mean
time we must get something to eat,
somewhere" '.-
He regarded his wife for a mo-
ment with smiling nonchalance,
and,
"Wait here half minute" said
he I'm ho
miss me.
Keep my wife in safe deposit
for me-" he called to the banker
as he hurried off to carry out the
fortuitous inspiration which had
come to him.
1--WE want something to eat,
somewhere not too dull" he re-
marked to himself as he made for
the telephone booth. And we can't
do better than dip into Martins,
eh?" :
by the way, Mr.. New-Mr.
Quaintance, we have some letters
for you," the banker informed him
blandly when he returned. Il had
almost forgotten, but-here they
are"
Thanks" said Quaintance, stuff
ing them hastily into coat pocket.
Much obliged to you. Good night.
Come on Dagmar. It's dinner time. 2"
She babe the man of money good
bye, and was handed into a cab at
the door by her most impetuous
husband.
Martins" said he to the cabby,
and they were whirled off down the
avenue through snow-shower
which made their shelter the snug
ger within.
"You don't mind, do you, dear?"
he asked as they drew up at their
destination.
mot with you, Stephen" she re-
piled happily, land tonight. But
we mustn't be very late or Fan
Ghetto will think we are lost. And
we must really be less extrava.
giant after this, mustn't WEI"