Ladies and GentlemenCobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
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Ladies and Gentlemen
Cobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
Fiction; Short stories, American
"Ma'am, you'll perhaps remember your own daddy wasn't so terribly happy
over the prospect when I started sparking you. After I'd come courting
and had gone on home again I guess it was as much as the old man could
do to keep from taking a shovel and shoveling my tracks out of the
front yard. But he had sense enough to keep his mouth shut where you
were concerned. Suppose he'd tried to influence you against me, tried
to break off the match--what would have happened? You'd have thought
you were oppressed and persecuted and you'd have grabbed for me even
quicker than you did."
"Why, Hector Gatling, I never grabbed--"
"I'm merely using a figure of speech. But no, he had too much gumption
to undertake the stern-father racket. He locked his jaw and took it out
in nasty looks and let nature take its course, and the consequence was
we got married in the First Methodist Church with bridesmaids and old
shoes and kins folks and all the other painful details instead of me
sneaking you out of a back window some dark night and us running off
together in a side-bar buggy. No, ma'am, if you'll take a tip from an
old retired yardmaster of the Lackawanna, forty-seven years, man and
boy, with one road, you'll--"
"You never worked a day as a railroad man and you know it."
"Just another figure of speech, my dear. Understand now, you're to keep
mum for a while and I keep mum and we just sit back in our reserved
seats up in the grandstand and see how the game comes out. A nice
polite quiet game of watchful waiting--that's our line and we're both
going to follow it. We'll stand by for future developments and then
maybe I'll frame up a little campaign. With your valuable advice and
assistance, of course!"
* * * * *
With a manner which she strove to make casual and unconcerned, the
disturbed Mrs. Gatling that day watched. It was the manner rather of a
solicitous hen with one lone chick, and she continually oppressed by
dreads of some lurking chicken-hawk. It would have deceived no one who
closely studied the lady's bearing and demeanor. But then, none in the
party closely studied these.
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