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DAVID GARBICK
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dered about the table, resting at length on the coquettish green feather meadows of Miss Araminta Jones's hair. ' ' I love — you ! " A wavering finger indexed his choice. "You're loveliest — lady — 'f all th' lovely ladies — sush flemnine grace — sush — sush "
Ada shrank back in her seat, very pale. Her father noted, with satisfaction, that his nefarious scheme
Smith, and the other a snow-white toppiece and false curls that adorned the head of Mrs. Aloysius Smith. The table was in an uproar. Alone of all of them, Ada was calm. Standing very straightly, she faced Garrick with blazing eyes.
"I never dreamed you were like this," she said slowly. "It hurts me to think what a fool I was when I believed you to be a gentleman. Dont
"l LOVE — th' ladies!" he informed the company sentimentally
was succeeding better than he had hoped. Gad ! that fellow certainly was an actor. Look at him now, would you, waving his napkin in a maudlin, Chatauqua salute to Miss Araminta. Smith was trying to remonstrate.
"Shir-r!" complained Garrick, swaying to his feet, "shir-r, I — co'sider — your wor's ninsult — it's m' painfu' duty to pull y' hair "
"Hold on there, Garrick!" Ingot sprang to his feet warningly, but too late. Dangling from the actor's hands were two wigs, one of rich chestnut curls that had a moment before graced the head of Mr. Aloysius
speak to me ! Go — do you hear me ? Go!"
The man straightened as tho her words lashed him. An instant he let the cloak of drunkenness slip from his face, and in his eyes she read amazedly — or did she dream it? — pain and shame. A moment later, leering and swaying, he was gone. At the door a servant touched his arm.
"A note for you, sir."
Garrick read it, folded it with nice care and laughed shortly.
"My fatal beauty!" he burlesqued. "Here, fellow, get me my hat and coat, will you? I've got an important engagement to keep !"