"
Craig laughed uproariously. "THAT was how she did it--eh? She's a
deep one."
"Josh," said Arkwright, "you need a wife, and she's it."
"Right you are," exclaimed Craig heartily. "I'm one of those
surplus-steam persons--have to make an ass of myself constantly,
indulging in the futility of blowing off steam. Oughtn't to do it
publicly--creates false impression. Got to have a wife--no one
else but a wife always available and bound to be discreet. Out
with you. I'm too busy to talk--even about myself."
"You will marry her?"
"Like to see anybody try to stop me!"
He pulled Arkwright from the chair, thrust him into the hall,
slammed the door. And Arkwright, in a more hopeful frame of mind,
went home. "I'll do my best to get back her respect--and my own,"
said he. "I've been a dog, and she's giving me the whipping I
deserve."
CHAPTER XVI
A FIGHT AND A FINISH
In his shrewd guess at Margaret's reason for dealing so summarily
with Arkwright, Craig was mistaken, as the acutest of us usually
are in attributing motives. He had slowly awakened to the fact
that she was not a mere surface, but had also the third dimension
--depth, which distinguishes persons from people.
Pages:
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232
233
234
235