When London Sleeps — page 42: what you’re looking at

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A WOMAN WITH APAST ~~ =—~SP. ‘Losing me, mother!’ exclaimed Queenie in surprise. ‘‘Why, what do you mean??? Mrs. Jones glanced over toward where Dave Engleheart stood. “Why, when a certain tall, fine young fellow claims a cértain little White Queen for his wife, perhaps he’ll take her far away from the old folks that love her so.”? The color had mounted to Queenie’s cheeks until she was blushing like a rose. ‘Oh, mother,’’? she murmured, ‘‘Mr. Engleheart has never said a word of such a thing!’ Mrs. Jones laughed, and her fat sides still shaking, walked over to the ring entrance. ‘Wish I could say the same of my young man,”’ said Carrie, half seriously, half humorously. ‘‘Poor Sammy,’’ rejoined Queenie, who really liked the little fellow, and who lately had a peculiar sympathy for any one genuinely in love. ‘‘Oh, Carrie, do be kind to him! I’m sure his heart’s in the right place.’ “That’s more than can be said of his brains,” said Carrie, with a greater show of contempt ay she really felt. ‘“Oueenie!’? called Mrs. Jones, ‘‘that’s the music for your turn. Come, dear.”’ Queenie hurried away, but just as she reached the entrance she paused a moment and looking up into the handsome, clear-cut face above her, said, softly: ‘Thank you so much for the flowers!’ ‘And thank you for wearing them,’’ he answered, co (eo) micboo iS