"Popper" and "Mommer" were
deep in certain red-bound Baedeker's and busied in delving for
"historic facts," while the artful Alan Hawke glided into a fast
and familiar flirtation with the two bright-eyed, sharp-voiced
damsels. Both the heiresses were dressed as if for a reception,
with judiciously selected jewelry samples, evidencing the wondrous
success of machine conducted pig demolition. They glittered in the
sun as Fortune's bediamonded favorites.
And, so, while Madame Berthe Louison and Captain Anstruther lingered
au cabinet particulier, over their Chablis and Ostend oysters,
the recouped gambler extended his store of mental acquirement, by
tender converse with the two sprightly belles of the Windy City. In
fact, the whistle of the steamer was heard long before Alan Hawke
could extricate himself from the clinging tentacles of the audacious
beauties. He was somewhat repaid for his social exertions, however,
as he sped back to keep his tryst at Geneva, by the acquisition of
a large steel-engraved business card inscribed, "Forbes, Haygood
& Co., Chicago," loftily tendered him by "Popper." He smiled at
the whispered assurances of the Misses Phenie and Genie that they
"should soon meet again."
"Bring your friend--that other Lord," cried the departing Miss
Genie, waving a thousand-franc lace fan, as she sagely observed,
"Two's company--three's none. We'll have a jolly lark--us four.
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