The Early Bird: A Business Man's Love Story
ments, in fact, covering the entire day. Also, she regretted to say, upon furthe
last night's forgetfulness; by no
her father, and naturally such a trifling detail as a
ed expression on his countenance, thought, in more or less of a panic, that he must really be getting old, which was a good joke, inasmuch as nobody ever took him to be over twen
and religiously played his two hours of tennis with Miss Westlake and Miss Hastings and Tilloughby. Was he not on vac
She had one in her fingers at the very moment she was telephoning, and she was going to pop it into her mouth
the white hand and the graceful wrist, and then he could see those exquisitely curved red lips parting w
e, he stated. He had that little bird regularl
together absorbed in business," he went on; "that I
I'm not going to eat them all. I'm
light and relief. "I'll come ov
ave an engagement for this afternoon, but if you'll come over a
erspiration sprang
his morning I made an engagement with Mr. Blackrock and Mr. Cuthbe
nt frigidity which returned to her tone. A zero-like wave seemed to come right through th
at engagement off for a couple of
o think of it, I don't believe I'd have time anyhow. In fact, I'
t it was dead, and there is nothing in this world so dead as
g-room and went straight
on," he said, bending over that gentleman's chair. "I ca
ough to say, and he furthermore agreed, wit
h at variance with his usual hearty appetite that even the maid who waited on his table, a tall, gangling girl with a vinegar face and a kind heart, worried for fear he might be sick, and added unordered delicacies to his American
Mr. Stevens the matter of control of the Marsh Pulp Company. Princeman rose when Sam stepped up on the porch, and strolled away from Mr. Stevens. He nodded
led. "I've just been
d Sam. "I'll be
here," insiste
side porch; Miss Josephine most certainly was not among
sisted Stevens. "I want
ing feet Sa
ed Stevens, pushin
asked Sam, s
Princeman and Westlake abo
uired Sam
sider it a tremendous investment opportunity. The only drawback there seems to be is in the
ith our talk last night," returned Sa
d to make room for me in the company. I expect to go through with that, but I want to know about this other phase of th
trap, drawn by a pair of handsome buckskin horses, driven by Princeman and containing Miss Josephine, crunched upon the gravel driveway in front of the porch. Miss Stevens greeted
ou were here, for I saw you from the window as you cam
evens ponderously from
gh to have sent me, and he confesses that he has never tasted maraschino choc
on running me up two flights of stairs on an errand o
ctionate banter, then, with a wave of her han
e approached Mr. Stevens he pulled himself together with a jerk. After all, she was gone, and he could
nto my concern, but they are old hands at the stock incorporation game, and even before I've organized the company they a
xperience with corporate business, and it isn't the fashionable thing this year fo
is adieus. He would have liked to stay until Miss Josephine came back, so that he could make one more desperate attempt to set