In the Bishop's Carriage by Miriam Michelson
page 95 of 238 (39%)
page 95 of 238 (39%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
|
hire a detective to watch those things, which will get us all
into trouble some day. Here! Scoot out o' this. It's nearly time for your number." He passed the diamond over to her, and they all left the office. So did I; but he held out his hand as I passed. "It goes--that about a raise for you, Olden. Now earn it." Isn't he white, Mag--white clean through, that big fellow Obermuller? VI. I got into the train, Mag, the happiest girl in all the country. I'd a big basket of things for Tom. I was got up in my Sunday best, for I wanted to make a hit with some fellow with a key up there, who'd make things soft and easy for my Tommy. I had so much to tell him. I knew just how I'd take off every member of the company to amuse him. I had memorized every joke I'd heard since I'd got behind the curtain--not very hard for me; things always had a way of sticking in my mind. I knew the newest songs in town, and the choruses of all the old ones. I could show him the latest tricks with cards--I'd got those at first hand from Professor Haughwout. You know how great Tom is on tricks. I could explain the disappearing woman mystery, and the mirror cabinet. I knew the clog dance that Dewitt and Daniels do. I had |
|


