his lordship, I had chosen an American bride—taken her by storm and carried her off her feet before she knew it. We English are often that way.
At ten o'clock we closed the Grill upon a day that had been historic in the truest sense of the word. I shouldered the sleeping nipper. He still passionately clutched the beef-rib and for some reason I felt averse to depriving him of it, even though it would mean a spotty top-coat.
Strangely enough, we talked but little in our walk. It seemed rather too tremendous to talk of.
When I gave the child into her arms at the door it had become half awake.
"Ruggums!" it muttered sleepily.
"Ruggums!" echoed the mother, and again, very softly in the still night: "Ruggums—Ruggums!"
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That in the few months since that rather agreeable night I have acquired the title of Red Gap's social dictator cannot be denied. More than one person of discernment may now be heard to speak of my "reign," though this, of course, is coming it a bit thick.
The removal by his lordship of one who, despite her sterling qualities, had been a source of discord, left the social elements of the town in a state of the wildest disorganization. And having for myself acquired a remarkable prestige from my intimate association with the affair, I promptly seized the reins and drew the scattered forces together.
First, at an early day I sought an interview with Belknap-Jackson and Mrs. Effie and told them straight precisely why I had played them both false in the matter of the
