Her Weight in Gold and others Part 12
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ventured Mr. Hamshaw, quite out of breath.
"Every day, and sometimes in between," said Marie.
"Ah, it's so nice to be popular!" he chirped. "And--and you can't blame the men, either, you know."
"You can't thank them, either, if they don't enclose their cards.
Nearly every day there is a guessing match in the back parlour. It's poor form to send flowers without a card."
"By George, they're fine girls!" reflected Mr. Hamshaw. "Healthy, vigorous, full of life, and not a bit spoiled. Hang it all, I'm an a.s.s to act like this! But I can't help it. A man is never too old to learn or to love. I'll play hob with some of these young dandies before I get through. Hamshaw, you've got to win one of these girls. But which one?
There's the rub! It's awfully annoying!"
But it grew to be quite romantic. Mr. Hamshaw came to look upon himself as an up-to-date Romeo. The young ladies did not offer him any inducement to call upon them in their own home, but they frequently walked with him in the park of afternoons, and were astonis.h.i.+ngly agreeable about candy, soda-water and matinees. Their reluctance to lunch or dine with him downtown stamped them in his mind as something most admirable. He quite understood. And their devotion to their sick friend was truly beautiful. He never saw them but they were going to visit her. Miss Louise naively informed him that they gave her some of the violets he sent to them, but that she knew he wouldn't mind.
"Do you think she'd like it if I sent her some good books to read?"
asked he, quite delighted.
"Sure," replied Miss Marie.
"How very unconventional," beamed Mr. Hamshaw to himself. "Hang it all, I wish I could decide between them! I think I'd look better with the short one, but--"
One day his nephew, young Jimmy Sprang, met him on the street and proceeded to twit him about his second childhood.
"What do you mean, sir?" demanded Mr. Hamshaw with great dignity and a sinking heart.
"Who are the fairies you're trotting--"
"Stop, sir!" thundered Mr. Hamshaw. "Not another word, sir! They are ladies, and not to be discussed by such a bounder as you."
At last Mr. Hamshaw decided to take Louise. "I'll tell her tomorrow,"
he said to himself, quite sure that it was only necessary to tell and not to ask. But that evening, just after returning from the club, he saw something that troubled and hara.s.sed him not a little. He saw and heard Sago talking to the Misses Frost--not only talking but in a manner so familiar that it must have been extremely nauseating to the cultured young women. The three were standing under the electric light at the corner, and the young women instead of appearing annoyed at the heathen's twaddle, seemed to be highly amused. Only the greatest exercise of self-restraint kept Mr. Hamshaw from kicking Sago into the middle of the next block.
Mr. Hamshaw was on the point of intervening when, to his utter consternation, the two young women started off up the street with Sago.
To add to his misery, Sago did not come in at all that night. In response to Mr. Hamshaw's savage inquiry, Ellen, who attended him the next morning, said that Sago had gone to a dance on the West Side and had not turned up. Mr. Hamshaw sat bolt upright in bed and then collapsed.
The next afternoon he went home early, haggard and with a headache. His confidence was not gone, however. After arranging himself carefully--he refused to call for Sago--he boldly descended to the second floor. Then he lost his nerve. Instead of ringing the Gladding door-bell he walked on downstairs and out into the open air. At the corner he came plump upon Mr. Gladding himself, the step-father of the two girls.
"How are you, Mr. Hamshaw? Fine weather we're having," greeted the man from the second floor.
"I've just been to your flat," said Mr. Hamshaw.
"Indeed! Any one at home?"
"I don't know--that is, I didn't go in. You see--are you going home now, Gladding, or downtown?"
"Home, of course. I've been downtown all day. Anything you wanted to see me about, Mr. Hamshaw?"
"Oh, no--nothing important."
"Well, won't you come up with me now? By the way, I'd like you to meet my wife and her daughters."
"I know your daughters, I believe."
"Ah!"
"It is about one of them that I wish to speak with you, sir." They were on the second-floor landing by this time. "May I come in?"
"Certainly," said Mr. Gladding.
Mr. Hamshaw sat stiff and uncomfortable on the divan while Mr. Gladding rang for a maid. He also called down the hall to ask Mrs. Gladding and the young ladies to come in and greet Mr. Hamshaw.
"Before they come," began the latter, fidgeting nervously, "I want to say that I expect to marry Miss Frost. It's been hard work to choose between them--"
"What are you talking about?" gasped the father.
"I know I've done a most reprehensible thing in courting them--I mean her--in this manner, but, you see--"
At this juncture Mrs. Gladding entered the room, followed by two strange young women--sleepy, tired, scrawny young women, who looked at Mr. Hamshaw as if he were a sofa-cus.h.i.+on and nothing more.
"My wife--er--Mr. Hamshaw, and the Misses Frost," mumbled Mr. Gladding, bowled over completely.
"What's that?" shouted Mr. Hamshaw, coming to his feet and toppling over backward again. The others stared at him as if he were mad.
"How--how many have you--I mean, how many daughters are there?"
"Two!" exclaimed Mrs. Gladding, freezing up immediately. The society young women relaxed into a giggle.
"Then--who--is this a joke?" gasped Mr. Hamshaw, perspiration starting in torrents.
"What do you mean, sir?" demanded Mr. Gladding.
"Where are Marie and Louise?" murmured Mr. Hamshaw.
Just then a trim maid appeared in the doorway--white-capped and ap.r.o.ned.
"Did you ring, Ma'am?--Good Heavens!"
It was Marie!
Mr. Hamshaw fainted without more ado, and the apartment was in an uproar. Everybody thought he was dead, and the Misses Frost promptly duplicated his swooning act.
When Mr. Hamshaw opened his eyes, Marie was standing near by with ammonia and wet towels.
"Where is Louise?" he asked weakly.
"She's went and married that awful little j.a.p of yours last night.
Here, take another sniff at this. Go on; don't be afraid of it. I've give it to the young ladies regular for the last five years. What's that, sir?"
"Nothing--nothing," he whispered.
"You said something, sir."
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