The Third Violet

he's that friend of the Fanhalls! Yes, of course,

to-morrow," answered Hawker. "What k

e mad blacksmiths of Donawhiroo, he's your rival! Why,

"Where's yo

that jar.

you know he

den sprang to his feet and, filling a pipe, flung himself into the chai

he said, in tones of deep weariness, "Well, I

ceiling, "don't go yet! Why, man, this is just the time when-- Say, who would e

accursed duffer! Why can't you tell me something about the man, inst

he pi

glethorpe, can't you? I want to hear ab

f he were only an ass, now, you could feel easy in your mind. But he isn't. No, indeed. Why, bla

ey sang of their long sorrow. Hawker pulled a chair close and stared out into the darkne

f course he's got t

ve streets with it. Lordie

the dressing case. "Say, Hollie, look here! Sometimes I thi

s, you are privileged to rave and ramp around like a wounded lunatic, but for heaven's sa

Nobody asked you to. You ta

n just because I said that, will you? A man in yo

ike of himself. "Oh, well, of course, Hollie, i

said Hollanden. "That

ollie, here's th

vil fly awa

after a while, you know-I might stand some show. And

hould advi

! I want to hear

attling good fellow, as I told you b

hat it make

f money. Of course, in this case his having money

e thread of the story, y

rpetually describing his sins. And then he is not so hideously brilliant, either. That's great credit to a ma

he is going to stay

is time. He lit another match. Hollanden had watched the fingers of hi

ned in his chair

rs tremble when y

you

ltimately; "and often a woman will like a man and hunt his scalp

but

o say that she was not lik

ctly tha

l have all th

ilence Hawker said,

cried to him: "Heavens! Of all pictures of a w

an oath spun throu