. The Saturday evening post. an plotted revenge,Pluvius Jackson-circulated triumphantly through Dark-town recounting the details of his successful strategy. Andas the first and only, man who had ever put anythingacross on Florian he received more than his meed of ap-plause. Florian was crushed. He saw the grins and heard thesneers that were meted out on every hand. On oneoccasion Pluvius publicly and unctuously thanked him forhis gift. No indictment could possibly have been readagainst Pluvius for failing to capitalize his triumph. The adulation Pluvius was receiving mounted to hishead and he
. The Saturday evening post. an plotted revenge,Pluvius Jackson-circulated triumphantly through Dark-town recounting the details of his successful strategy. Andas the first and only, man who had ever put anythingacross on Florian he received more than his meed of ap-plause. Florian was crushed. He saw the grins and heard thesneers that were meted out on every hand. On oneoccasion Pluvius publicly and unctuously thanked him forhis gift. No indictment could possibly have been readagainst Pluvius for failing to capitalize his triumph. The adulation Pluvius was receiving mounted to hishead and he made a single tactical blunder. He let MissButterfly Gryson see that he thought considerable of him-self. All along, Butterfly had been conscious of that fact, butshe had seen also that, beneath the veneer of ego there wasprobably a sterling, person in Mr. Pluvius Jackson. Now,however, he boasted openly, and the first-person tenor ofhis conversations withher did not. proveoverly (Continued on Page 169 ^ST! >3. Nothin to Git Sheered of, Butterfly. Pluvius Min t Never Been Kilt Yet 12 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 13,1920
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