Life — January 31, 1884 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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“JT BELIEVE IN THE HORSE-SHOE THEORY,” says Boces, “EVERYTHING SEEMS TO GO BETTER ; BUSINESS SEEMS BRIGHTER, YOU ’RE MUCH HAPPIER.” Burt A SUDDEN LURCH OF THE STEP-LADDER SOME- WHAT MODIFIED HIS VIEWS ON THE SUBJECT. “Salem, mummer ?” Theodosia Maude blushed as she said these words, and then, recollecting herself, sank breathlessly back into her chair, “Yes, my own, from Salem,” continued the delighted mother. “ And e-nor-mously rich.” In another instant Theodosia Maude was clasped in her arms. “©O, mummer,” she whispered, rapturously, ‘ I am so, so happy. And” —here she looked up shyly—" I can love him just ‘as truly as though he were not wealthy—can’t I—or rather”—here ‘she blushed again—“ can I not ?” “Yes, my love, you can, nay—you must. Let it not be said that your true heart turned from a good man because he happened to be a millionaire. But tell me—has—has he proposed yet ?” The noble girl looked straight into her mother’s eyes,“ I will not try to deceive you, mummer. He has not.” Cuapter IV, De®yYpiTcH# ST. BOTOLPH, on the afternoon succeeding the stirring events narrated in the last chapter, dined at the Somersault Club. It is a way with Boston men when they have any important undertaking on hand. Then he smoked a cigar, while seated in the leather chair on the right hand side of the bay window. His mind was made up. He arose and examined himself stealthily but carefully in the mirror. His hair was not sufficiently negligé. He gave it two wipes, four rubs and a pull, and it was becomingly tangled. Then he assumed his goloshes and silently glided down the hill, leaning to the proper angle as he swiftly rounded the curve. Ten minutes later there was music in the ears of Theodosia Maude. The door bell had been rung. Carrer V. 66 Y//OU must really ask Popper.” This was all she said. But it was volumes. Cuapter VI. At eleven o'clock that same night Maltravers Papyrus sat in the Somersault Club, secretly sipping a pint of Cordon Rouge. Maltravers Papyrus was frugal. | He had loved Theodosia wildly for thirteen years. For eleven years he had been studying up his pedigree with a | | | | comicbooks.com