The game . er clean livingand morality. Mr. Clausen accompanied them to theelevator, all smiles, patronage, and benefi-cence, while the clerks turned their headsto follow Joes retreating figure. And to-night, Joe? Mr. Clausenasked anxiously, as they waited at theshaft. How do you feel. Think youlldo him? 36 THE GAME Sure, Joe answered. Never feltbetter in my life. You feel all right, eh ? Good ! Good !You see, I was just a-wonderin — youknow, ha! ha ! — goin to get married andthe rest — thought you might be unstrung,eh, a trifle?—nerves just a bit off, youknow. Know how gettin married is my-se
The game . er clean livingand morality. Mr. Clausen accompanied them to theelevator, all smiles, patronage, and benefi-cence, while the clerks turned their headsto follow Joes retreating figure. And to-night, Joe? Mr. Clausenasked anxiously, as they waited at theshaft. How do you feel. Think youlldo him? 36 THE GAME Sure, Joe answered. Never feltbetter in my life. You feel all right, eh ? Good ! Good !You see, I was just a-wonderin — youknow, ha! ha ! — goin to get married andthe rest — thought you might be unstrung,eh, a trifle?—nerves just a bit off, youknow. Know how gettin married is my-self. But youre all right, eh ? Of courseyou are. No use asking you that. Ha!ha! Well, good luck, my boy! I knowyoull win. Never had the least doubt,of course, of course. And good-by. Miss Pritchard, hesaid to Genevieve, gallantly handing herinto the elevator. Hope you call be charmed — charmed — I assureyou. Everybody calls you * Joe, she saidreproachfully, as the car dropped THE GAME Why dont they call you*Mr. Fleming? Thats nomore than proper. But he was staring moodilyat the elevator boy and didnot seem to hear. Whats the matter, Joe ? she asked, with a tendernessthe power of which to thrill him sheknew full well. Oh, nothing, he said. I w^s onlythinking — and wishing. Wishing? — what? Her voice wasseduction itself, and her eyes would havemelted stronger than he, though theyfailed in calling his up to them. Then, deliberately, his eyes lifted tohers. I was wishing you could see mefight just once. She made a gesture of disgust, and 38 THE GAME his face fell. It came to her sharply thatthe rival had thrust between and wasbearing him away. I — Id like to, she said hastily,with an effort, striving after that sympathywhich weakens the strongest men and drawstheir •-s^ heads to womens you? Again his eyes lifted andlooked into hers. Hemeant it — she knewthat. It seemed a chal-lenge to the greatness ofher love. It would be the
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