Wanted: A Husband
istaste as he approached the dull, brown steps leading to the massive door. All that could reasonably be done to furbish it up against the young master's return, old Connor, Jacob's inherited man, ha
is blithe spirit. A basso profondo
"I think I'll move to the club." Slow footsteps
looked after by old Connor, or forever wound his fe
ent stairs unevenly and with a
Jacob with sinful amusement. "Wonder wh
carrying, half dragging a huge clothes
ith a sardonicism which was lost
s another half-b
! What'll
st, sir, it oug
! You read
, s
that sort of thing. Besides"-he cast a glance of repulsion upon the whi
ly. Of course the master was joking. Alwa
at the top, sir, marked 'Immedia
t! If I've got to begin
d comprehensively as possible, Mr Jacob Remsen had deemed it wise to cut loose from home considerations as far as feasible; but he now reflected that he had perhaps made a mistake in having no mail forwarded. Well, there was nothing for it but to make up for arrears. He took off his coat and plunged in. The "immedia
ely to the special. "Only, don't brag ab
he heading. "Connor," said he
Mr.
ssary for him to se
s,
eally as necessary as he pretends for
pointed out Connor firmly. "If he s
ley yet, and am still in good health and spirits, it can't have been vitally necessary that he see me with
en telephoning, sir
y didn't yo
about several telepho
hen you met me
telephone annoyed me, to
ectly right! Did yo
, s
doesn't a
Mr. J
y you and learn not to let it annoy me, either. That's it
ot the'phone. It'll be Mr. Bentley. I took the liberty of 'pho
your head. Let
room, shook hands warmly with Remsen, went through the usual preliminary queries as t
family pri
ngu
to be stirr
en distinguish
our cousins are threa
," observed Jacob, with an illustrative wave of the hand
s yours as long as you fulfill the
Let my amiable cousins choke the
eat-Uncle Simeon's estate.
r w
he old boy'
s he was
o. Wasn
in some particulars," ad
r inst
to claim that he was a tree-toad, and he'd climb the ance
s you say. An
Westchester County. At least, he boasted that it was
d he do
ollecting bug does with
Is tha
igh hat and a pink sash and dance around a Maypole in Central Park. As h
f the family; did they
ng spe
an, special? Co
r old maiden aunt, Miss Mel
as a
-four she eloped with the coachman. Only they couldn
Was the coachman
was a trif
ves you carry. What about t
tter line and break up happy families. Then, of course, Cousin Fred used to pull some fairly interesting stuff whe
hronique Scandaleuse. How would you like to tell all
e'em d--
o tell or go to jail. And they'll put you on, for you're their
country rather than rake up a
st of your fortune? Have you forgotten that you're required to inhabit the ho
e the family skeletons all diked out in pink sashes an
ither to stand a siege in the house or to light out and go into h
plication for a peace-and-quiet-loving young man! How did such a respectab
the old man doggedly. "If they put me in jail the rest of my lif
iminate or degrade the memory of Uncle Simeon or any other Remse
oria Greene. He found her smiling over a note which she c
otégée?" she inquired. "I'm
She isn't as sniffy as sh
't know how you can judge. First
s waiting for a taxi to come along. I could see her nerv
what
't sing for me and that some other time she would. But
the First," comm
oung person, Gloria? Working so
or her," replied the other off
ote-paper on which
aradise? She looked as cheered-up as if
s," was the actress's Delphic response. "But th