Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-11-01
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soled boots. and recherche little din.
ners, such as the one he had Just eat
ZEN, were not at all In his line. His
host, Sir John Oliver; known to
his friends and acquaintances as
t'Coaly," only three-and-twenty. was
the son and heir Of a great coal mine
proprietor, Mathew Oliver, who had
obtained his honors not because he
went to bed drunk every night Of his
pfc, nor because he had risen from
pothing by an extraordinary com
pinatiOn of brute strength and force
of character. but because he had been
pll his life a born leader Of men.
There was nothing Of the rough.
Though. in young Sc. John. "And Mat"
yhad given him the best education to
Pc had for money; he had inherited his
Gathers magnificent constitution; he
dressed like gentleman and he looked
1ike a gentleman; and he had be-
Come his own waster and a patron OF
the drama-that sort Of young man
Can be Of much use to music and
the drama. "Qulte the right sort Of
p chap to have at your back, you
know" as Mr.. Vampire Trappe, the
manager, had observed to old Mr.. Steel,
the dramatic author.
'Well. Oliver. what do you want
10 get out OF mel Out with IT; come
to-the point at once. Your dinner was
D good dinner" ~.
"Oh, hang II. Quavers. you know"
"DOn't beat about the bush. my boy
diplomacy is wasted on chap like me.
you want something, Of course. I
hope you haven't been writing a senti-
mental song and are wanting me to set
itT
"Oh. II Is not so bad as that" re-
piled the young fellow with a blush.
"though 1t is a sentimental matter. II
is about someone take an interest In"
Don't" said Quavers; tits just the
one thing I never will do know what |
you want; it's the old story. You've |
been got hold of, Oliver. She thinks
she can sing or she thinks she can act, |
and she has told you to try and work
me, and 1 am to pitchfork her into
something good, and money is no OBJ
1ect, and you'll come down handsome
1y. know, know; but 1t won't wash,
my bOy-yOu've come to the wrong |
shop"
you needn't sulk." said the young
fellow; 81 wanted to speak to you
about Lalage Broughton."
The eyes of Mr.. Quavers twinkled
with suppressed amusement. and he |
chuckled audlbly. "Oh, little Lally |
BroughtOn," he said; what has she
dOne7 Been making an ass of your
self, and want your letters back, eh?"
at isn't exactly that" replied young
Oliver; 81 wish had been making a
fool of myself, and If had" he add
ed, with a sigh, 81 shouldn't want my
letters back-there, Quavers."
"Oh, it's as bad as that. is TIT" said
Mr.. Quavers. Pour lie bon motif, chr
Good gracious King Cophetua and
the Beggar-Alaid. and all that sort Of
thing. Consult a doctor. my boy
chap who practices 10 lunacy, If pos
slble."
"Quaversl" cried the young man, ex-
citedly. II want you to Introduce me
to her. I-E-hang II, mani wor-
ship the very ground she walks on.
and I've sent bouquets and floral ban.
1oes, and l have sat In the Same seat
all through the long run of that new
comic opera Of yours. and every night
I've tossed a floral tribute OF some
sort or other at her feet; and every
night, Quavers, she has bowed and
smiled at me-until last week. and then
i was ass enough to put a ring and a
note among the flowers, and the next
day got 'em back In q registered let
ter, and now she Just pushes my flow
ers aside with her foot"
VI course sne does; perhaps sne
expected a bracelet. and thought you
mean"
at isn't that Quavers." said the young
man; "she's not that sort. made In
Quiries; Il. was a mean thing to do.
but / did.S/ And want you to intro
duee me to her, Quavers. for know
you're a pal Of hers. And then. per-
haps. she'd forgive me. I swear to
you" "-'''
"You needn't, dear boy; you've evi-
IDENTIFY got It very badly, and TIL Obiige
you; though II isn't the sort Of thing
I'd do for everybody; but because
you're not a bad sort Of chap and
you mean honestly. You do mean hon
estly, ehV {
m. !. .,o,,no, RaIIouu toolr Mr. OuaVer'a