The Four Million eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about The Four Million.

The Four Million eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about The Four Million.

Dear kind fairy, please cut out those orders for money and 40 H. P. touring cars and fame and a new growth of hair and the presidency of the boat club.  Instead of any of them turn backward—­oh, turn backward and give us just a teeny-weeny bit of our wedding trip over again.  Just an hour, dear fairy, so we can remember how the grass and poplar trees looked, and the bow of those bonnet strings tied beneath her chin—­even if it was the hatpins that did the work.  Can’t do it?  Very well; hurry up with that touring car and the oil stock, then.

Just in front of Mrs. James Williams sat a girl in a loose tan jacket and a straw hat adorned with grapes and roses.  Only in dreams and milliners’ shops do we, alas! gather grapes and roses at one swipe.  This girl gazed with large blue eyes, credulous, when the megaphone man roared his doctrine that millionaires were things about which we should be concerned.  Between blasts she resorted to Epictetian philosophy in the form of pepsin chewing gum.

At this girl’s right hand sat a young man about twenty-four.  He was well-built, active, strong-jawed and good-natured.  But if his description seems to follow that of James Williams, divest it of anything Cloverdalian.  This man belonged to hard streets and sharp corners.  He looked keenly about him, seeming to begrudge the asphalt under the feet of those upon whom he looked down from his perch.

While the megaphone barks at a famous hostelry, let me whisper you through the low-tuned cardiaphone to sit tight; for now things are about to happen, and the great city will close over them again as over a scrap of ticker tape floating down from the den of a Broad street bear.

The girl in the tan jacket twisted around to view the pilgrims on the last seat.  The other passengers she had absorbed; the seat behind her was her Bluebeard’s chamber.

Her eyes met those of Mrs. James Williams.  Between two ticks of a watch they exchanged their life’s experiences, histories, hopes and fancies.  And all, mind you, with the eye, before two men could have decided whether to draw steel or borrow a match.

The bride leaned forward low.  She and the girl spoke rapidly together, their tongues moving quickly like those of two serpents—­a comparison that is not meant to go further.  Two smiles and a dozen nods closed the conference.

And now in the broad, quiet avenue in front of the Rubberneck car a man in dark clothes stood with uplifted hand.  From the sidewalk another hurried to join him.

The girl in the fruitful hat quickly seized her companion by the arm and whispered in his ear.  That young man exhibited proof of ability to act promptly.  Crouching low, he slid over the edge of the car, hung lightly for an instant, and then disappeared.  Half a dozen of the top-riders observed his feat, wonderingly, but made no comment, deeming it prudent not to express surprise at what might be the conventional manner of alighting in this bewildering city.  The truant passenger dodged a hansom and then floated past, like a leaf on a stream between a furniture van and a florist’s delivery wagon.

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