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CHAPTER I.?Richard Lightnut. an
American with an affected Ejglish accent,
receives a presnt from a friend
CHAPTER II?The present proves
to be a pair of pajamas. A letter hints
I of surprises "to the wearer.
CHAPTER III.?Lightnut dona the pajamas
and late at night gets up for a i
-smoke. His servant. Jenkins, comes in
?tnd, falling to recognize Lightnut, attempts
to put him out. Thinking the servant
crazy, Lightnut changes his clothes
Intending to summon help. "When he reappears
Jenkins falls on his neck with
Joy, confirming Lightnut's belief that h?
Is crazy. ^ - i
'CHAPTER TV.?Jenkins tells Lightnut
?f the encounter he had with a hideous
Chinaman dressed in pajamas.
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v vnAr -l i^xrw v ?tx iririii mo
friend. Jack Billings, Lightnut is asked
to put up "the kid" for the night on his
way home from college. Later Lightnut j
finds a beautiful girl in black pajamas ih
bis room. j
CHAPTER VI.?Lightnut Is shocked by !
the girl's drinking, smoking and slangy
CHAPTER VTI?She tells him her name
$> Francis and puzzles him with a story
ot her love for her sister's room-mate,
named Frances. Next morning the girl
ts missing and Lightnut hurries to the
boat to see her off. He is accosted by
a husky college boy. who calls him
* "Dlckv." but he does not see the girl.
CHAPTER Vm?Jack Billings calls to
pend the night with Lightnut. t They dis'*
cover prlcesless rubies hidden In the buttons
of the pajamas. >
* CHAPTER IX?Billings dons the pa- '
gam as and retires.
A?juigmnui later uistuven i
4n his apartment a beefy person in mut- 1
ton-chop whiskers and wearing pajamas, i
Jenkins calls the police, who declare the
Intruder to be a criminal, called "Foxy
CHAPTER XI?The intruder declares
lie is Ligbtnut's guest and appeals to the
latter in vain.
Ml CHAPTER Xn-He Is hustled off to
-CHAPTER Xm-In the morning LightHut
is astonished to And Billings gone,
And more astonished when he gets a message
from the latter, demanding his
clothes. Lightnut. bound for Tarrytown.
Billing's home, discovers "Frances," the
?lrl of the pajamas, on the train. j
CHAPTER XIV?Lightnut speaks to
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Her ana aiiuaes to ine mgru Deiore. one
declares indignantly that Lightnut never
aw her In black pajamas. At Tarrytown
v Prances is met by a husky college youth,
who hails Lightnut as "Dicky." The latter
Ignores the boy, who then threatens
to thrash him for offending Frances.
Ufhtnut takes the next train home.
CHAPTER XV?Billings storms over
the outrage of his arrest. He and Lightnut
discover mysterious Chinese characters
on the pajamas.
CHAPTER XVI?Professor DoozenberSis
called In to interpret the hiero_
CHAPTER XVII?He raves over what
be calls the lost silk of Si-Ling-Chi.
r-FTAPT-RR XVTTT?1The writine declares
that a person wearing the pajamas will j
take on the semblance of the previous |
wearer. The professor borrov.-s the paJamas
CHAPTER XIX?'"Billings" dressed In
pajamas is found in the professor's room
a.nd is-taken home in an automobile with
Frances and a woman Lightnut calls
CHAPTER XX-Lightnut Is angered by
the frump's" slanderous talk about
CHAPTER XXI?"Billings" is taken to
?kis room. A servant tells Lightnut that
4k message has just been received stating:
*hat Billings was under arrest in New
York for stealing a suit of black pajamas.
CHAPTER XXII?Judge Billings astonishes
Lightnut with a tale of Francis' escapades.
Lightnut asks permission to
?peak to "Frances."
CHAPTER XXIir?The judge declares
that not another living' person would
tackle the job, and Lightnut. his mind
occupied with the beautiful Frances, is
UMAJ'! tK AAIV.
^ I Recover the Pajamas.
Outside, swinging his club and kick-1
ing his heel in the macadam, I found
a fat policeman?from New York, J
' knew by his helmet.
He turned and I saw?O'Keefe!
' "Oh, there you are, sir!" And with
& careless.duck and a wave, he ambled
forward and placed in my hands a
"It's them, all right!" he said, witt
a wink. "The black silk pajamas?
we got 'em, you see!"
"Jove!" I ejaculated, staring. Thee
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suddenly i got me juu.y iuea iun
strong, you know, and I was just sc
dashed relieved and delighted, I shook
_/liands with him?fact!
| "Oh, I say, Jenkins," I remarked,
twisting my glass at him, "by Jove:
p^ou know?eh ?"
"Certainly, sir!" Jenkins admitted
calmly. "I knew in a minute soon as
he told me!"
And, by Jove, I believed him! Had
to, you know; it was only just one
instance of the devilish clever, intuitive
way Jenkins had of boring into
"Yes, sir,"?O'Keefe thoughtfully
transferred a big wad to the other
cheek?"the captain gave me a little
r Jay off so's I could bring 'em up,"?
lie studied with interest the top o!
one of the pillars of the porte-cochere
and shrugged lightly?"of course it
wasn't just because of the reward,
though of course nve nunureu uucft.3
is five hundred bucks, but we thought
you might like to have 'em?thank
you, sir!" For out of my folder 1
peeled five crisp centuries and laid
^ them in his palm.
This done, Jenkins glanced at me.
A ?nd turned suggestively toward the
A entrance, but O'Keefe didn't make a
m<*ve to go and no more did I. Fact
I " was, I had a devilish keen notion that
V the old cat upstairs would be watchlog
for the policeman's departure
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! by itAy wmti^S
through the grounds, and It came to
me that to play him a little longer
wouldn't do any harm, but might seal
her jolly mouth the tighter.
O'Keefe thanked me again. "You're
Bure solid with the force, sir," he assured,
nodding earnestly. "Just remember
my number and the name cf
Captain Clutchem If any time in town
you get rounded up in any of our little?er,
you know!"?he dropped a
cheerful wink at me and glanced again
at the bills. "Expecfc maybe you're
anxious to know if Tim gets a divy
! outer this," lie proceeded; and I mur!
mured some jolly something. Of
I course, I wasn't anxious, you know;
i fact is, I didn't care a dash?didn't
even remember who Tim was. "Yes,
siree, he'll get ten of this!'* he finished
he had. been hunching
himself up until now he succeeded in
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wreuuiuug iiuui suuiewntJie ucumu, ?*
ragged and shiny old wallet, bulging
with worn and greasy papers. Within
this, with a flourish, he laid the bills.
Then he faced us with an air of
"So much all for the velvet!" he
remarked with another wink.
Of course it was of no importance
to set him right about the material;
as for that, I didn't care a jolly hang
I If he thought they were made of linoleum!
But it gave me the idea of
just peeking into a corner of the parcel
to satisfy myself that its contents
were of filmy black silk?and they
were I I went no lunner; not iur an
the gold of what's-its-name would i
have profaned tbe package with further
"Why, sir, I don't think you need
be worrying but what they're all
right," and the big policeman nodded
confidently; "in fact there don't seem
to be no damage at all." He added
meditatively: "Which is some wonder,
considering how we had to
rough-house Foxy Grandpa before we
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SOLteiieU U1LU uunu iu uig vv? t'other
night." Here his cheeks swelled
and he sent a long sheaf of brown
j liquid at a grasshopper on the freshly
whitened door-stones?and got it, too,
neatly missing the polished toe of
Jenkins' boot. "No, sir!"?emphatically?"I
don't think you'll be hearing
any holler from your lady friend when
she goes to?eh, what?"?he stared
at Jenkins blankly, for Jenkins had
coughea?"Oh, excuse me!"?and his
big hand lifted apologetically to his
mouth, while his eyes rolled upward?
"What I just meant was that I know
they're all to the good; I went all
"Um l iuuLieieu, iuiuiuq AUWW
faint. I dropped the parcel and Jenkins
picked it up. By Jove, for a moment,
he came jolly near having to
pick me up, too, I was that shocked
"The only thing?the only thing
'tall?" I had to wait through an agonizing
moment while his tongue
gathered his wad and peremptorily
| expelled it, this time enlivening the
| cold, dead monotony of the silver-gray
macadam?"was her?I mean, was the
"Ah-h!" I put my hand to my side
and looked at Jenkins appealingly,
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| DUt. 11? Wa.b lUUAlLlg upnaiu, mo ^j
kind of cast over like a bird's; the
lines of his mouth tightened to an
arch?and I knew he was suffering
: too! But we must try to stand it a
I little longer?just a little!
Through one instant's respite, Mr.
1 O'Keefe's thick tongue was occupied
I in striving to glutenize the entire
wrapper of a much crushed and awfully
yellow cigar. Then he separated a
mouthful from the end and proceeded.
"I did notice with the legs, that
one of 'em was just a bit longer than
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j in oiner, a.nu uuwu <iu mc oianuu .?*,
was a wondering if?" the brown head
of a crackling match drew a long,
curving what-you-call-it on the smooth,
"I Did Notice With the Legs."
creamy masonry, and he paused to
pump madly, striving to coax a draft
of smoke?"we wondered if 'twas?
intentional." His eyes sought mine
By Jove, I was so frozen with horror,
I couldn't even look away; just
stood there, helpless, you know, and
| nay jolly monocle hanging limp?
i couldn't Have lilted it to have saved
my life! Felt my senses just growing
numb all the while with the
tragedy of the thing, the thought of
this coarse monster's touch defiling
the dainty, gossamer garment that had
I shrouded her sacred what-you-call'ems?Oh,
it was awful!
: "Um?ah, I see! It was, then!"?
: he was nodding with an air of understanding,
pausing in the struggle with
the refractory cigar. His strained and
reddened face shaped sympathetically.
"Just what I thought and told
'em!" he bobbed with satisfaction. j
understand! You ain't got no need to
| make no explanations to me!" and he (
j .lfted his fat hand to restrain them.
I "Why. my wife's own grandfather had
a club foot, and to her last day if she
got outer bed on the wrong side, the
old lady went a header sure?oh, 1
A moment before, I had thought I
that so far as the mere m^ter of jolly j
misery was concerned, I had sounded
; the what-you-call-'ems; but now my
dashed brain was reeling before this
new horror! To think that she was? j
but oh, it couldn't be! And yet I rei
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j cauea ommousiy mat must, ul mc
j time I had known her, I had only j
I seen her sitting!
I "By-y-y the way, sir!" He closed!
one eye at me as he carved from the ,
. ?>rown beauty a half inch of its waxy |
j bud, using for the maltreatment a per
' fectly brutal knife. "That was a neat j
: try-on you made to copper the thief j
yourself?a leetle [rregular, jou j
: know," he shook his head at me, "but,'
as the captain said, we ain't making j
j no point about that with a gent like j
l ?euro nnt?"?another inrnerisha- I
I bl? line of beauty upon the receptive
stone, and lie puffed inhalations of\
j joy. "But I knew you never could!
get him to the station?I could have |
"Oh!" I remarked, puzzled. By
| Jove, I had a dashed awful thought j
' for a moment that I must be losing}
my intelligence! I looked at Jenkins
again, but he had pot yet come back
to the ground.
"Oh, I'm on, sir!" Another one ofj
those awful winks as his club
scratched his helmet sideways. "You
j know I saw everything?I was right
j there at the Kahoka, you know!"
"Oh, that!" I said, understanding.1
' For I knew then that he was talking
ahrmt TTmrv Orandna in mv rooms. I
j had almost forgotten the jolly old
! vagabond, but it occurred to me that
i perhaps I ought to show some interi
est as they must have recaptured him
j along with the pajamas. "I say!" I
chirped up, "did you have much
| trouble about it?getting him again, j
"Trouble?" O'Keefe's lip doubled
contemptuously. "It was easy as butter!"
His hand spread, palm downj
ward, in an expressive gesture. "Why,
he doubled right back to the Kahoka!"
"By Jove, you know!" I exclaimed,1
"Surest thing you know! I collared
him rie^ht. in front and with the
goods!" Mr. O'Keefe expectorated
| eloquently. "My, but he did put up
j an. awful holler?said the pajamas
were his own and he had just had 'em
made. And bluff?well!"?he fanned
the air for a moment in the effort to
find an appropriate gesture?"I'm
used to these swell con men, but that
gun was the limit?pulled out a card
case, mind you, and letters, and wanted
me to go with him to his club?
11 his club?" the big fellow doubled over
| in a spasm of mirth tnat all but
I choked him. "I told him I'd give him
| the club if he didn't go quietly?for
'j you see I recognized him in a minute;
I you can't lose them freak kind! Be-1
I sides, he give himself away: told me
he'd overlook my conduct on this occasion
and the other, if I would reII
lease him. Well, that was enough! I
beckoned Jimmy Dwyer across and
i we run him down the line to the station.
Oh, we got him there, but it
wasn't easy?for him! And there
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ii? ii suay a wuuc;
He had to pause and pump air, lie
' was so winded.
"But it woulder tickled you," lie re*1
sumed, using one of the vestas I extended
and puffing the cigar until it
almost flamed, "if you coulder seen
; the grand-stand play this guy put up
'! before the sergeant! But the old man
just let him blow it rll off; just sat
i; there calm behind the desk, chewing
, away and jabbing a pen through tbe
blotter, while this stiff fumed and
spouted?oh, something scandalousbringing
in the names of mighty near
all the important people in New
York; his friends, he said! Oh, yes,
! he mentioned you in particular, sir!"
?and his face expanded in a relish
"Dashed impudence!" I murmured
"Oh, yes," carelessly, "but the sarge
quieted him?just purty near soothed
him to sleep before he got through,
you know?it's one of his ways!"?his
glance lifted solemnly.
"Fine, you know!" I murmured admiringly.
I reflected approvingly upon
what a dashed good thing it was
to have a man in that position?whatever
it was?who was of such a devilish
mild and gentle temperament:
the quiet wrord?the soft answer?the
kindly remonstrance?all that sort of
thing, you know.
"But, if no offense, there's just one
question I'd like to ask you, sir." He'
swung ijus ciuu witu a smiling, gauiai
"Oh, dash it, no!" I responded ab!
j My eye had been suddenly attracted
by a feathery gleam of white
i through the trees. It was slowly mov-!
; ing up the slope to a pavilion over:
looking the Tappan Zee.
i H9 drew nearer with a confiential
air. "Just a little argument I had
with, the old woman, you know, about
them pajamas. Would you mind telling
me?as man to man, /understand
?if they garments is"?his voice
dropped?"is like her real shape?Agger,
I mean?h'm?" And he tapped
the parcel lightly with his stick.
Jenkins cleared his throat loudly!
and shifted the pajamas to his other!
side. As for myself, I just winced as
under the stroke of a what-you-call-lt, j
but one end of my dashed brain was
being pulled by the flashing play of
the dappling sunlight there upon?
"By Jove, her figure exactly!" I
For it "was her?no, dash it, she, 1,
mean! I had a perfectly clear view of
her now as she paused on a little
point and hung there looking out over
the Hudson. In her hand was a fullblown,
ripened rose, and her lips were
shaping in ravishing little pouts, as
musingly she blew the petals from i
her. But go they would not, but
hugged back in the arms of the light
breeze, circling and fluttering about
her glorious sunny head like a swarm
of rosy butterflies. It made a pretty
"And what's more, they're just her
color, too!" I murmured tenderly, forgetful
of everything but her, unmindful
that I was not alone. For under
mv hand I could feel my lolly heart
quivering like a champagne cork, j
freshly unfettered and thrilling eager-!
ly under the Impulse of the mad, I
dancing, joyous spirit within.
"The one lovely woman in all the
world!" I breathed aloud, and I felt
my eyes grow oddly moist.
And for a minute I went off in a I
It was O'Keefe's voice?oddly constrained.
"Eh?" I ejaculated, blinking at him
as I came back. Then I remembered
?but what was it he had been asking?
"Just, good-by!" he repeated with
"I Trust You've Not Been Getting
Into Trouble, Mr. LightnutI"
ening: "No offense, I hope, if we let
it -go at that?I mean, I guess you
won't miss it if we don't shake
I glanced at the gloves he was
"Oh, dash it, no!" I responded absently,
and my eyes coasted up the
slope again?then dropped back disappointedly,
for she had disappeared
within the pavilion.
His helmet tossed as he looked
back. "I guess we all've got our little
" V* ^ WAtnflwlrA/1 QTifinn Q.
prejuuiues, UC iciuoiacu a<puvv.ui.iuuki
ly; "I know I have! I'm from the
1 And without another word, Mr
O'Keefe presented his broad back tc
us, and swinging his stick carelessly,
sauntered down the drive.
"What the deuce!" I exclaimed
looking after him. "I say, Jenkins
what did he mean?"
Jenkins' face expressed mild re
proach and surprise.
"Can it possibly matter, sir?" he
questioned wearily. "Persons of?ei
?that sort, you know, sir?"
"Jove!" I uttered, relieved.
Jenkins' coldly elevated brows dismissed
the matter from further consideration.
He lifted the parcel with
a slight gesture of inquiry.
I had already come to a decision
about it: I would send it to Billings!
Perhaps the retrieving of the pajamas
would have a soothing effect upon his
I gave Jenkins instructions. "H'm!
Of course, manage to speak with him
alone," I cautioned, having thought ol
Judge Billings; "and don't forget the
"Certainly, sir," said Jenkins attentively.
"I'm just to say: 'Mr. Lightnut's
compliments, sir; and he says
you'll know what to do with these:' *
I nodded. "Exactly, and I'll wail
here?but, oh, hurry, dash it!" And J
looked longingly at the pavilion and
tried to feel if my part was right.
He did hurry! By Jove, he was
back almost immediately and locking
a bit rattled. i
"Yes, sir!"?he coughed as 1
screwed my glass inquiringly?"I got
there^ just as the judge went into his
room across the corridor, and Mr.;
Billings opened the door the minute j
said I was from you. I gave him the
package and the message and he took
it over in a corner; and then In about
a minute I heard him chuck it somevhere
and say some long word. He
came back to me, looking kinder irrt j
tated and with his eyes snapping."
"Oh!" I uttered nervously. "Er,!
what did he say, Jenkins?"
Jenkins sighed. "Oh, well, sir, nothing
as you might say was anything,
really; he jerks out kinder crossly:
'Tell Mr. Lightnut, I say one thing at
a time, and give him this!'"
On the scrap o? paper I clutched
j)ut_ of Jenkins' hand was a crazy j
scrawl or Just a half-dozen words:
I'm a biped, not a centipede!
I squinted through the dashed thing
twice, but could make nothing of it?
I even tried it backward!
"Jove!" I muttered perplexedly. "It's
Jenkins' .mouth tightened and relaxed.
"H'm, what I thought, sir," he
responded soberly. "The demon rum,
"If Ever I Find a Man!"
"I trust you've not been getting Into
trouble, Mr. Lightnut!"
Her lovely eyes were dancing with
mischief as they hunz there below
mine?eyes, bluer than the Hudson at j
our feet; yet between the jolly ripples
that played across those pools of
truth I could glimpse far down into
depths that were the most devilishly
entrancing, darkly, deeply, beautifully
?oh, you know!
Why, by Jove, I almost took a croih
per right into them! Only caught
just in time, you know; straightened
right on the verge, as it were?and |
came up with a gasp, monocle dangling.
Had almost forgotten the dashed
windows?and the two cats that
might be looking out I
I murmured some Jolly apology,
"Oh, yes?quite so; certainly! I
| mean-^-eh, what?"
She was smiling, her rose-petal lip
dragging through her teeth.
"The 'bobby,' you know, just now"
; ?she nodded toward the porte-cochere
?"I was positive he had come to drag
you away to your loathsome dungeon.
And when he retired, I was?oh, so relieved!"
And she clasped her hands,
her eyes lifting upward.
I "Oh, I say now?were^you, though V
! I grinned delightedly and slipping to
a rustic/Chair beside her, looked her
affectionately in the eye. For all her
air of chaffing, I knew that under it
I was a current of anxiety for me?the I
; darling! I
[ I screwed my glass at her tenderly, |
"What would you have done?" I j
: said softly, "if he had?er?lugged me
off, you know?"
"Can you ask?" Wh^t a reproachful'
side-glance she shot me through the J
meshes of her silken what-you-call- j
j 'ems! "Why, of course, I should have
drawn my good excalibar and run him
thr-r-rough and thr-r-r-ough!"
By Jove, how she said it! And she
Illustrated with the stemless rose?
dash it, no; the roseless stem! She
was superb?looked like the jolly
j fencing girl; only a dashed sight more
stunning, don't you know! And her
! excalibar, too! Didn't know what a
| jolly excalibar was, but guessed it was j
some delightfully mysterious but dead, i
1 ly feminine thing?some kind of sub- j
merged hat-pin-sort-of-thing, you know
?that sort, dash it! Yet she would
j have drawn it?and her good one, too,
she said! j
I "Jove!" I said feelingly. "Would!
you, really?" And I almost took her
hand?and again remembered the windows!
So I just shot her a look,
i Her glorious eyes sparkled. "That
j Is, I would if I had one," she said j
smiling; "but I'm afraid poor. Arthur ;
i lost the last and only one. Sad, isn't!
I just felt my jolly heart sink like 1
what's-its-name. Who the deuce was j
"poor Arthur?" This must be another j
?some other thundering chap who j
had been engaged to her. And what a i
I rotten, careless beggar, too, to have
lost it?that is, if he realiy had! or
' course, he would say 90, anyhow. And j
1 how the deuce did he get it, in the
first place?did she give it to him, or
j By Jove, how I should have liked to
punch Arthur's head! Always did
'hate a chap with that name! I flushed i
guiltily, but she did not see. For the !
moment, she was looking off dreamily
across the valley.
' "I wonder," she said pensively, j
"why it is one can never find another
man like Arthur. Do you suppose it
is because he was the ideal?"
For an instant, I swallowed hard?
lu? t ni..?tra/< nn Viravolv or tripd to.
meu x yiu.vjn.cu. u>> --- t--? ?,
don't you know.
I "Jolly likely!" I chirped. Then'
gloomily: "Oh, I say, you know, was
he your ideal?"
"Always!"?the blue eyes lighted
wistfully?"I suppose it's because he
was my first love; I found him so
brave, so noble-mannered, you know?
Simple! Dash simple people?never
could stand them! Thing I admired
was brains! Aloud I said gently?almost
"So glad you like him, don't you
know?did like, I mean!"
"Did like? I do still!"?her tone
lifted in earnest protest?"I love to
think of brave, dear Arthur and his
knights?so few, and yet so full ol
love, of gallantry and daring!"
So his nights were like that! By
Jove, I was devilish glad then that
they had been so few?that was some 1
comfort, dash it! I wondered if the
beggar was dead. But what difference
did it make now, after all? She was
mine now and she knew I knew it;
that was why this sweet, ingenuous j
child was laying bare to me her past j
Really, I ought not to let her go on. I
"Never mind them now," I urged I
soothingly. And heedless of the win- j
dows, I hitched a wee bit closer.
'That's all past and gone and you and
I will yet see as good nights as they
ever were." I spoke with assurance.
"Don't you think so?" I added, softly.
She sighed. "I don't know?I hope
so!"?she lingered dubiously over it,
looking away again, the while hef
hand put back the fleecy, goideu
wnat-you-call-it that was snuggling to
her eyes. I looked at the goddess
like forearm, bared to above the elbow,
where it slipped from sight under
the roll of sleeve, and thought of
that night in my apartment when she
had made me feel of her biceps, don't
' You don't know?" I repeated with
gentle reproach. "Oh, I say, you
know! You know you know yon
know!" By Jove, that sounded rather
rum, but I knew she knew I knew she
She looked at me sidewlge, her
slender forefinger pressing the halfparted
lips slowly shaping in a curve.
Then her little teeth flashed, jewellike?regular
jolly pearl setting in the
frankest, sweetest smile!?and then
her glorious arm and wrist tftihed
ouHHonlv toward ma.
"Yea!" she said oontritely, and with
the most delightful, kindest inflection
and laugh?such a laugh!?a laugh
gurgling melodious?oh, dash it,
yes; I mean just that!?like the flute
notes in the overture to what'a-hi*oame?that
"That's the way I love to hear a
man talk!" she said warmly. "I think
it takes an American to stand up for
his own place, his own times?please!"
And gently, but with a lovely smile,
she withdrew her hand that I had
folded close in mine. I let it go, for
I saw her look toward the house, and,
of course, I understood?jolly careless
of me not to have remembered?but
she would know from my nod and
shrug that I comprehended.
I sighed, and my deep breath
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flashing smile as well.
"And so/' she said, lifting her little
chin, "you think there are just &a
many knights now as there used to
be?" ~i 1''*B IS^
I almost laughed at the child-likl
question?but I didn't! Dash it, no, 1
wouldn't have done so for the world.
Just looked at her seriously and answered
her in kind:
"Perfectly sure of It, don*t yoi
know!" 1 '
And, by Jove, I was! Knew If theri
had been any change, some newsp*
per-reading chap at the club would [
have mentioned it?that was safe; ee- ;
pecially one silly ass who was always
reading of some jolly comet that was j
coming. He would know about the
"Yes?Oh, yes, there are just as
many!" I affirmed positively, and add'
e<l quickly: "More, you know!" Foi
suddenly I remembered It was leap*
year, and I knew there was some jolly
rhyme about leap-year gives us ons
day more?so, of. course, there'd b?
"You don't know how glad I am to
hear you say that," she said musingly.
"There are just as many knights, you
mean, but the conditions hare
changed?the man 1s changed?is thai
It?" ' rJ'
I should say the man was changed!
"Oh, dash it, yes!'' I blurted. By
Jove, I hoped there wouldn't be another
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lenging, puzzled smile, she leaned forward,
her elbow resting upon her knee
like a sculptured, Grecian pillar; her
.flower-like curving lingers supporting
her chin like a Corinthian what's-itsname,
you know, the sort of thing the
ancient what-you-call-'ems alwaya
added to top off their stunning marble
columns?you know!?well, like
that?"you mean we may find knights, ) ,
not only in the field, but in the shops,
upon the streets?feven in the sluma;
or In the hospitals, in the church or
upon the bench?that is your idea?"
It wasn't my idea at all?I should
say not! Who wanted to spend nighta
prowling around that way? Why?
why, it wasn't respectable, dash it!
Besides, that sort of thing?excursion-s
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tiresome, if you asked me. I never
did do it, even abroad, where yolf
meet Americans, jolly bored and tired,
doing all sorts of rum places no one
else ever thinks of, don't you know.
And as for a trench! Well, it was
like her, in her innocence of the
world, not to know how downright
vulgar that would be. I had seen
couples sitting evenings In the park?
. But I answered tactfully:
"I don't mean those places so much,
don't you know?I think we can find
lots jollier and better nights elsewhere."
And I closed my free ey
and beamed at her through my glass.
"Don't have to go so far, you know;
under one's own roof, or?er?some
one else's roof, for instance?why not
here?" I jerked my head toward the
old stone pile behind us.
"Oh!"?her eyebrows lifted at me
?"so you've thought of that, too?"?
she nodded gravely?"you mean In
the library there?" *'
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