The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-07-01
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CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER III.
S to the matter Of raiment, Mr..
~ Cherub Devine was fastidi-
II GUS in but one particular. He
Il was fond OF fancy waist
coats. His fastidlousness began and
ended with waistcoats His trousers
and coats were invariably Of the same
cloth and cut, summer and winter, year
in and year out. His waistcoats be-
trayed catholic taste for color and
variety. Whenever he felt like in
dulging himself or celebrating a VIC
tory or forgetting defeat he went
out and bought new waistcoat.
AS he was travelling light" he had
brought to Hewington Acres a bare
half dozen of them, and of these he
had narrowed the choice to two-one
a creation of tobacco brown silk with
red dots in it, the other white pique
with buttons of smoked pearl. Which
should he wear for Sunday morning
stroll in the garden? In the end he
tossed quarter. The brown silk won,
much to his satisfaction, for he had a
newborn suspicion that the white one
made his waist line appear more rotund
than it really was.
Still, he was in the garden at 8
O'Clock. Probably it was mere curl
osity that led the .Cherub to pace up
and down the trinity kept walks for q
long half hour. He was about to give
up the vigil and leave when he caught
sight of the countess peering from be-
hind one Of the stone gateposts.
Making pretense of not having seen
her, Mr.. Devine sauntered by to the
gate and seemed surprised when he
found her before him. He noted that
this morning she was in gray, with
something white at her throat. He
even remembered that last night she
had worn black.
"You must not misunderstood my
coming here" she began hurriedly. 1T
was very wrong of me to- think of such
thing. l came only to tell you so.''
Anything new about me in the Sun
day papers?'
mo, but papa was talking about you
again last night, and he''-
"Oh, that's the trouble! He got out
his scrap book. Which chapter. Of my
many wickednesses furnished the text
this: time?"
He read to me about that French
singer.
LA Belle Savoy?"
YES; the one to whom you gave the
diamond tiara which was stolen"
"Oh. yes. That was Kittie's birth
day present. Nice little thing, Kittie
Her real name is O'Neill, you know"
The countess was retreating up the
path, but she still kept her brown eyes
fixed on Mr.. Devine. There was a
curious, apprehensive look in them
such as small boy bestows on a can
non cracker to which he has touched
q match.
"Yes, ought to go directly back"
"But how about the reform? l
thought we were to have a talk and
that you were going to give me some
pointers on breaking into good So
eiety. You're not going to quit like
this, are you?"
The countess shook her head.
II was mistaken, It was very silly
of me to make such a promise: But
IL Oh, can't you see? I ought not
to be here talking to you at all..''
"Well, why not? What's the par.
tcular matter with me, anyway"
tits only-only that The count.
ess glanced about in desperation.
swell, will ask you. Do you con-
slider yourself "a gentleman?"
For moment Mr.. Devine stared at
her speeches.. He had insisted on
knowing, and now that he had her
answer he was too much astonished to
1rame a reply. He had expected moth.
>g Of this kind. The question opened