Judge — January 8, 1916 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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U R PRISE S WALDRON Banyard. “Well, he’s posted again for dues,” replied Chubb. They were on their way upstairs to make a table at Bridge, and had glanced into the spacious lounge of the Club, where Lothair Hardynge, in solitude, was buried in a chair. “And company doesn’t like him,” sneered Banyard again. “One might think you had one or two of his 1.0. U.s in your pocket,” retorted Chubb with a grin. “T guess I’m the only man in the Club who hasn't.” “Guess again. I’ve escaped. Neither of us is an easy mark. But really I’m sorry for Hardynge. I remember when he belonged to half a dozen clubs. It’s tough to see a fellow of his class in straits when he has been used to the other thing.” Hardynge sat alone for half an hour, various members of the Club entering and suddenly remembering they had business or pleasure elsewhere upon sight of him, when Jared Flint came in, took an adjoining chair, and with friendly aspect asked Hardynge to join him in “something.” Flint, recently from the west, with a voice like an auctioneer’s but with unimpeachable digestion and a heart in the right place, ve found difficulty in entering this Club, which was dis- restrictive, if note of his financial eminence had not pre- ceded him castward. His solidity of reputation in a money sense had acted like an anwsthetic upon exclusive members of the Club, who in other circumstances might have scanned the ballot box with discriminative attention as to the colors of the balls. After Flint and Hardynge had absorbed gentle stimulants and lighted the Club’s best cigars, signed for by Flint, Hardynge with an air of business rather than of accommodation proffered a request to which Flint responded: How much?” “Can you let me have fifty?” “That's chicken feed. Here!” And Flint peeled from an obese roll two bright one hundred doflar bills, remarking, with charac- teristic candor, “You don’t look like a man hard up,” indicating’ Hi ’s clothes, which were even better than his own. 's tailor is his most faithful servitor. And his most patient, if they are of long acquaintance.” And in that particular your credit is probably better than mine. That’s what family means. A man can make money in a hurry, as I made mine; but a family—especially a family name— is a matter of slow growth. I'ma blunt man. Now that we are on fair terms I want to say something.” “What?” “It’s your family standing—not a commercial rating—that in- terests me.” “There’s nothing left in my family but reminiscences.” “But they’re the kind I mean. They’re an asset with me. You're a bachelor. I understand that not so long ago you were con- sidered a great matrimonial catch. You still go where you please with the swells. “An empty privilege. No woman with money would look at me Seriously.” No? I can tell you of a woman who is looking at you seriously.” “A woman with money?” “A lot. At least she can get a lot in emergency.” “Do I know her?” comicbooks.com