The Early Bird: A Business Man's Love StoryChester, George Randolph
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The Early Bird: A Business Man's Love Story
Chester, George Randolph
Businessmen -- Fiction; Love stories
"You certainly have put your foot in it," he admitted. "Oh, well, Jo's
sensible," he added with a father's fond ignorance. "She'll
understand."
"That's what I'm afraid of," replied Mr. Turner ruefully. "You'll have
to intercede for me. Explain to her about it and soften the case as
much as you can. Frankly, Mr. Stevens, I'd be tremendously cut up to
be on the outs with Miss Josephine."
"There are shoals of young men who feel that way about it, Sam," said
Mr. Stevens with large and commendable pride. "However, I am glad that
you have added yourself to the list," and he gazed after Sam with
considerable approbation, as that young man hurried away to display his
abjectness to the young lady in question.
Three times, on the arm of Princeman, she whirled past the open doorway
where Sam stood, but somehow or other he found it impossible to catch
her eye. The dance ended when she was on the other side of the room,
and immediately, with the last strains, the floor was in confusion.
Sam tried desperately to hurry across to where she was, but he lost her
in the crowd. He did not see her again until all of the Meadow Brook
folk, including himself, were seated in the carryalls, at which time
the Hollis Creek folk were at the edge of the porte-cochère and both
parties were exchanging a gabbling pandemonium of good-bys. He saw her
then, standing back among the crowd, and shouting her adieus as
vociferously as any of them. He caught her eye and she nodded to him
as pleasantly as to anybody, which was really worse than if she had
refused to acknowledge him at all!
CHAPTER VIII
NOT SAM'S FAULT THIS TIME
No, Miss Stevens was sorry that she could not go walking with him that
morning, which was the morning after the dance. She was very polite
about it, too; almost too polite. Her voice over the telephone was as
suave and as limpid as could possibly be, but there was a sort of
metallic glitter behind it, as it were.
No, she could not see him that afternoon either. She had made a series
of engagements, in fact, covering the entire day. Also, she regretted
to say, upon further solicitation, that she had made engagements
covering the entire following day.
No, she was not piqued about his last night's forgetfulness; by no
means; certainly not; how absurd!
She quite understood. He had been talking business with her father,
and naturally such a trifling detail as a dance with frivolous young
people would not occur to him.
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