When a Man Marries

fting of the quarantine, and later were presented to me by their wr

RUVIAN TRUNK LINES, SOUTH AMERICA, TO HENRY LLEWEL

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ay. You old bluffer! I used to hang over the rail of the steamer, on the way up, and see you standing as I left you beside the car with its mule and the Indian driver, and behind you a million miles of soul-destroying pamp

nt all my time below decks for forty-eight hours. Chief engineer raving with D.T.'s.

and heart free-yes, my friend, heart free-here I am, shut in the house of a man I never saw until last night, and wouldn't care if I never saw again, with a lot of people who never heard of me, who are almost equally vague about South America, who play as hard at bridge as

ing, these people; they all know each other very well, and it is "Jimmy" here, and "Dal" there-Dallas Brown, who went to India with me, you remember my speaking of him-and they are good

She has fire, and pluck, no end. If you could have seen her this morning, standing in front of a cold kitchen range, determined to conquer it, and had seen the tilt of her chin when I offered to take over the cooking-you needn't grin; I can cook, and you know it-you would understand what I mean. I

small and dark, almost Hebraic in type, named Leila and called Lollie. The other, larger, very blonde and languishing, and with a decided preference for

last night to see Mrs. Wilson, was caught in the quarantine (see papers), and, after hiding all night in the basem

presence was met, the state of affairs seems rather clear. Wilson impresses me as a spineless sort, anyhow, and when the lady of the basement shut herself away from the rest today

n! Just ten of us to divide the suspicion! Upon my word, Hal, it's the queerest situation I ever heard of. Which of us did it? I make

twenty miles over the pampa before breakfast. We have all been vaccinated, and the officious gentlemen

oned him this morning. If it does, old man, we will take

while? I'll be thirty sooner than I care to say, and-oh, well, you won't understand. You'll sit down there, with the Southern Cross and the rest of the infernal astronomical galaxy looking down on you, and the Indians chant

it; I suspect it is covered with

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up at Callao? I told Mrs. Wilson about it, and she was immensely inte

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Mr. Wilson's, on Ninety-fifth. And, of coorse, afther chasin the man a mile or more, I lose him, which was not my fault. So I go back to the Wilson house, and tell them to be careful about closin up fer the night, and while I'm standin in the hall, with all the swells around me, spa

c theres four votes shut up here, and I can get t

's box. He'll see me out of this scrape, right enough. Do it at once. Now remember,

and, Tim

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lot of us, in Jim Wilson's house, because his irreproachable Jap did a very reproachable thing-took smallpox. Now read on before you get excited. HIS ROOM HAS BEEN FUMIGATED, and we have been vaccinated. I am well and happy. I can't

. I have telephoned Lizette for some clothes-enough for a couple of weeks, although Dallas promises to get us out sooner. Now, dear, do go ahead

ed him. I guess you know he has been rather attentive. Now, I DO like him, Mumsy, but not the way I thought I did, and I want you to-very gently, o

a man named Harbison? Well, her son is here! He builds railroads and bridges and things, and he even built himself

re in the paper of the face at the basement window is supposed to be Mr.

tolen! Some of the people are playing bridge, Betty Mercer is doing a cake walk to the RHAPSODIE HONGROISE-Jim has no every-day music-a

ok. Mr. Harbison has shown me a little-he was a soldier in the Spanish War-b

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