Part 5 (2/2)

Loaded Dice Ellery H. Clark 47810K 2022-07-22

Gordon crumpled the telegram in his hand, and threw it into the waste-basket. ”Confound it all!” he cried; ”I wouldn't care so much if it wasn't right in the middle of the flight, but this is the very top of the season for redheads and widgeon. The wind's been fresh to the westward all day, too, and now it's just starting to haul out to the north. If it holds there, I'll bet we could kill twenty-five to-night, and G.o.d knows how many to-morrow morning at daylight. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, Harry, but I wish you'd come along just the same. You needn't see anything of them, and, anyway, they're not a half bad sort. The little girl gave promise of being quite a good looker the last time I saw her, three or four years back. I really think you'd better come along just the same, and not mind them at all.”

Palmer looked uncomfortable. ”Oh, thanks, no,” he said, somewhat hastily. ”Country cousins, you know, and all that. Not much in my line, I'm afraid.”

Gordon laughed. ”Well, I don't blame you,” he said, ”only I feel ashamed of myself to have mixed things up so. I can't help the--”

A knock on the door interrupted him, and the office boy appeared. ”Two ladies to see you, Mr. Gordon,” he announced, and close upon his heels an elderly lady, clad in sober black, came bustling into the room. Her plain, spectacled face fairly beamed with pleasure as she advanced toward Gordon, both hands outstretched in greeting.

”Well, d.i.c.k, my dear boy,” she exclaimed, ”I am glad to see you again.

And how well you're looking.”

Gordon took her outstretched hands, and shook them cordially. ”The same to you, Aunt Dora,” he cried; ”I declare you've positively grown younger. And where's Marian?”

Mrs. Francis turned toward the door. ”Why, she's here,” she answered, ”I expect I got ahead of her, I was so anxious to set eyes on you again. Here she is now.”

Gordon could hardly repress a start of surprise as he glanced up at the girl standing hesitatingly in the doorway. A prettier picture, he thought quickly, he had never seen. Possibly the simple white muslin dress, with its band of crimson at waist and throat, spoke a little of the country girl on her holiday visit to the city, and the girl was evidently a trifle shy and embarra.s.sed, but these small defects only added to the general impression of freshness and charm. Evidently, too, her shyness was not the shyness of gaucherie, but of becoming modesty, and as she raised her blue eyes at Gordon's greeting there was a sparkle in them eloquent of plenty of spirit and humor to be disclosed on closer acquaintance.

”Why, Marian,” he exclaimed, ”I'd never have known you! You oughtn't to surprise a man like this. I'll swear you were wearing short dresses the last time I saw you.”

The girl blushed and laughed. ”Don't be silly, d.i.c.k,” she protested.

”Three years is a long time, and we're awfully glad to see you again.”

Gordon turned quickly to Palmer, who stood staring at the girl with a surprise evidently greater than Gordon's own. ”Where are my manners?”

he cried. ”Aunt Dora, my friend Mr. Palmer. Marian, Mr. Palmer. Harry, my oldest friend, Mrs. Francis, and her daughter, Miss Marian Francis.

I call Mrs. Francis my aunt princ.i.p.ally because she isn't. I was just trying to persuade Palmer to go with us on our little trip, Aunt Dora, but he's obdurate. I wish you would try your hand.”

The older woman turned to Palmer with much cordiality. ”Why, I wish he would,” she cried. ”Please do, Mr. Palmer. d.i.c.k will be bored to death anyway with two women on his hands to entertain. We'll look after the housekeeping, and you men can have all the shooting you want. I'll guarantee one thing, too. I can cook a duck with any woman in the county.”

Gordon nodded in vigorous a.s.sent. ”I'll back that up, Palmer,” he cried. ”Leaving out of consideration all question of the pleasure of Aunt Dora's society, her cooking is an inducement no sane man ought to think of refusing. I believe you'll go, after all.”

Palmer wavered. The ”country cousins,” one of them especially, were far from being the curios he had imagined. And the thought of the shooting--he could see in imagination the long lines of ducks fighting their way up the lake against the stiff northerly breeze, swinging to the decoys, with set wings--and yet he hesitated--

”Come, Marian,” cried Gordon gaily, ”try your hand. Apparently Aunt Dora and I have failed. We've promised him plenty of good shooting and plenty of good cooking. What can you offer to make him change his mind?”

The girl blushed charmingly, but her eyes, nevertheless, met Palmer's squarely. ”You see,” she murmured demurely, ”I don't really know Mr.

Palmer's tastes.”

Gordon roared. ”But you'll do anything you can,” he cried broadly.

”Well, that's fair. There's a challenge direct, Harry. Do you dare refuse now?”

Palmer's face reddened a trifle. His eyes had scarcely left the girl.

”Go?” he cried, ”of course I'll go. I was only afraid I might be in the way, but since the ladies are so kind--”

Gordon clapped him on the back. ”Good boy,” he cried, ”and now we mustn't lose any time. Just a half minute till I leave word where I'm going.”

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