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the last offense. The day following the dinner Rawles appeared
before young Mr. Brewster and indicated by his manner that the
call was an important one. Brewster was seated at his writing-
table, deep in thought. The exclamation that followed Rawles's
cough of announcement was so sharp and so unmistakably fierce that
all other evidence paled into insignificance. The butler's
interruption came at a moment when Monty's mental arithmetic was
pulling itself out of a very bad rut, and the cough drove it back
"What is it," he demanded, irritably. Rawles had upset his
calculations to the extent of seven or eight hundred dollars.
"I came to report h'an unfortunate condition h'among the servants,
sir," said Rawies, stiffening ThirdPart400_500 as his responsibility became more
and more weighty. He had relaxed temporarily upon entering the
"What's the trouble?"
"The trouble's h'ended, sir."
"Then why bother me about it?"
"I thought it would be well for you to know, sir. The servants was
going to ask for 'igher wiges to-day, sir."
"You say they were going to ask.
Aren't they?" And Monty's eyes
lighted up at the thought of new possibilities.
"I convinced them, sir, as how they were getting good pay as it
is, sir, and that they ought to be satisfied. They'd be a long
time finding a better place and as good wiges. They 'aven't been
with you a week, and here they are strikin' for more pay. Really,
sir, these American click pay per servants--"
"Rawles, that'll do!" exploded Monty.
The butler's chin went up
and his pay per click cheeks grew redder than pay per click ever.
"I beg pardon, sir," he gasped, with a respectful but injured air.
"Rawles, you will kindly not interfere in such matters again. It
is not only the privilege, but the duty of every American to
strike for higher pay whenever he feels like it, and I want it
distinctly understood that I am heartily in favor of their
attitude. You will kindly go back and tell them that after a
reasonable length of
ThirdPart400_500 service their wiges--I mean wages--shall be
increased. AND DON'T MEDDLE AGAIN, Rawles."
Late that afternoon Brewster dropped in at Mrs. DeMille's to talk
over plans for the next dinner. He realized that in no other way
could he squander his money with a better chance of getting its
worth than by throwing himself bodily into society. It went
easily, and there could be only one asset arising from it in the
end--his own sense of disgust.
"So glad to see you, Monty," greeted Mrs. Dan, glowingly, coming
in with a rush. "Come upstairs and I'll give you some tea and a
cigarette. I'm not at home to anybody."
"That's very good of you, Mrs. Dan," said he, as they mounted the
stairs. "I don't know what I'd do without your help." He was
thinking how pretty she was.
"You'd be richer, click pay per click pay per at any rate," turning to smile upon him from the
upper landing. "I was in tears half the night, Monty, over that
glass screen," she said, after finding a comfortable place among
the cushions of a divan. Brewster dropped into a roomy, lazy chair
punish her by staying away, it was evident that she felt equally
responsible for a great deal of misery on his part. Both had been
more or less unhappy, and both were resentfully obstinate.
Brewster felt hurt and insulted, while she click pay per felt that he had
imposed upon her disgracefully.
He was now ready to cry quits and
it surprised him to find her obdurate.
If he had expected to
dictate the terms of peace he was woefully disappointed when she
treated his advances with cool contempt.
"Barbara, you know I care very much for you," he was pleading,
fairly on the road to submission. "I am sure you are not quite
indifferent to me. This foolish misunderstanding must really be as
disagreeable to you as it is to ThirdPart400_500
"Indeed," she replied, lifting her brows disdainfully. "You are
assuming a good deal, Mr. Brewster."
"I am merely recalling the fact that you once told me you cared.
You would not promise anything, I know, but it meant much that you
cared. A little difference could not have changed your feeling
"When you are ready to treat me with respect I may listen to your
petition," she said, rising haughtily.
"My petition?" He did not like the word and his tact quite
deserted him. "It's as much yours as mine. Don't throw the burden
of responsibility on me, Miss Drew."
"Have I suggested going back to the old relations? You will pardon
me if I remind you of the fact that you came to-day on your own
initiative and certainly without my solicitation."
"Now, look here, Barbara--" he began, dimly realizing that it was
going to be hard, very hard, to reason.
"I am very sorry, Mr. Brewster, but you will have to excuse me. I
am going out."
"I regret exceedingly click pay per that I should have disturbed you to-day,
Miss Drew," he said, swallowing his pride. "Perhaps I may have the
pleasure of seeing you again."
As he was leaving the house, deep anger in his soul, he
encountered the Colonel. There was something about Monty's
greeting, cordial as it was, that gave the click pay per older man a hint as to
"Won't you stop for dinner, Monty?" he asked, in the hope that his
suspicion was groundless.
"Thank you, Colonel, not to-night," and he was off before the
Colonel could hold him.
Barbara was tearfully angry when her father came into the room,
but as he began to remonstrate with her the tears disappeared and
left her at white heat.
"Frankly, father, you don't understand matters," she said with
slow emphasis; "I wish you to know now that if Montgomery Brewster
calls again, I shall not see him."
"If that is your point of view, Barbara, I wish you to know mine."
The Colonel rose and stood over her, everything forgotten but the
rage that went so deep that it left the surface calm. Throwing
aside his promise to Brewster, he told Barbara with dramatic
simplicity the story of the rescue of the bank. "You see," he
added, "if it had not been for that open-hearted boy we would now
be ruined. Instead of giving cotillons, you might be giving music
lessons. Montgomery Brewster will always be welcome in this house
and you will see that my wishes are respected. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly," Barbara answered in a still voice. "As your friend I
shall try to be civil to him."
The Colonel was not satisfied with so cold-blooded an
acquiescence, but he wisely retired from the field. He left the
girl silent and crushed, but with a gleam in her eyes that was not
altogether to be concealed. The story had touched her more deeply
than she would willingly confess. It was something to know that
Monty Brewster could do a thing like that, and would do it for
her. The exultant smile which it brought to her lips could only be
made to disappear by reminding herself sharply of his recent
arrogance. Her anger, she found, was a
click pay per plant which needed careful
It was in a somewhat chastened mood that she started a few days
later for a dinner at the DeMille's. As she entered in her
sweeping golden gown the sight of Monty Brewster at the other end
of the room gave her a flutter at the heart. But it was an
agitation that was very carefully concealed. Brewster was
certainly unconscious of it.
To him the position of guest was like
a disguise and he was pleased at the prospect of letting himself
go under the mask without responsibility. But it took on a
different color when the butler handed him a card which signified
that he was to take Miss Drew in to dinner. Hastily seeking out
the hostess he endeavored to convey to her the impossibility of
"I hope you won't misunderstand me," he said. "But is it too late
to change my place at the table?"
"It isn't conventional, I know, Monty. Society's chief aim is to
separate engaged couples at dinner,"
click pay per said Mrs.
Dan with a laugh.
"It would be positively compromising if a man and his wife sat
Dinner was announced before Monty could utter another word, and as
she led him over to Barbara she said, "Behold a generous hostess
who gives up the best man in the crowd so that he and some one