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re we have the Corbett…Sullivan fight done over into literature。 The book ends with the broker and the princess doing a John Cecil Clay cover under the linden…trees on the Gorgonzola Walk。 That winds up the love…story plenty good enough。 But I notice that the book dodges the final issue。 Even a best…seller has sense enough to shy at either leaving a Chicago grain broker on the throne of Lobsterpotsdam or bringing over a real princess to eat fish and potato salad in an Italian chalet on Michigan Avenue。 What do you think about 'em？〃
〃Why；〃 said I； 〃I hardly know； John。 There's a saying： 'Love levels all ranks；' you know。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Pescud； 〃but these kind of love…stories are rankon the level。 I know something about literature； even if I am in plate… glass。 These kind of books are wrong； and yet I never go into a train but what they pile 'em up on me。 No good can come out of an international clinch between the Old…World aristocracy and one of us fresh Americans。 When people in real life marry； they generally hunt up somebody in their own station。 A fellow usually picks out a girl that went to the same high…school and belonged to the same singing… society that he did。 When young millionaires fall in love； they always select the chorus…girl that likes the same kind of sauce on the lobster that he does。 Washington newspaper correspondents always many widow ladies ten years older than themselves who keep boarding…houses。 No； sir； you can't make a novel sound right to me when it makes one of C。 D。 Gibson's bright young men go abroad and turn kingdoms upside down just because he's a Taft American aud took a course at a gymnasium。 And listen how they talk； too！〃
Pescud picked up the best…seller and hunted his page。
〃Listen at this；〃 said he。 〃Trevelyan is chinning with the Princess Alwyna at the back end of the tulip…garden。 This is how it goes：
〃'Say not so； dearest and sweetest of earth's fairest flowers。 Would I aspire？ You are a star set high above me in a royal heaven； I am onlymyself。 Yet I am a man； and I have a heart to do and dare。 I have no title save that of an uncrowned sovereign； but I have an arm and a sword that yet might free Schutzenfestenstein from the plots of traitors。'
〃Think of a Chicago man packing a sword； and talking about freeing anything that sounded as much like canned pork as that！ He'd be much more likely to fight to have an import duty put on it。〃
〃I think I understand you； John；〃 said I。 〃You want fiction…writers to be consistent with their scenes and characters。 They shouldn't mix Turkish pashas with Vermont farmers； or English dukes with Long Island clam…diggers； or Italian countesses with Montana cowboys； or Cincinnati brewery agents with the rajahs of India。〃
〃Or plain business men with aristocracy high above 'em；〃 added Pescud。 〃It don't jibe。 People are divided into classes； whether we admit it or not； and it's everybody's impulse to stick to their own class。 They do it； too。 I don't see why people go to work and buy hundreds of thousands of books like that。 You don't see or hear of any such didoes and capers in real life。〃
III
〃Well； John；〃 said I； 〃I haven't read a best…seller in a long time。 Maybe I've had notions about them somewhat like yours。 But tell me more about yourself。 Getting along all right with the company？〃
〃Bully；〃 said Pescud； brightening at once。 〃I've had my salary raised twice since I saw you； and I get a commission； too。 I've bought a neat slice of real estate out in the East End； and have run up a house on it。 Next year the firm is going to sell me some shares of stock。 Oh； I'm in on the line of General Prosperity； no matter who's elected！〃
〃Met your affinity yet； John？〃 I asked。
〃Oh； I didn't tell you about that； did I？〃 said Pescud with a broader grin。
〃0…ho！〃 I said。 〃So you've taken time enough off from your plate… glass to have a romance？〃
〃No； no；〃 said John。 〃No romancenothing like that！ But I'll tell you about it。
〃I was on the south…bound； going to Cincinnati； about eighteen months ago； when I saw； across the aisle； the finest…looking girl I'd ever laid eyes on。 Nothing spectacular； you know； but just the sort you want for keeps。 Well； I never was up to the flirtation business； either handkerchief； automobile； postage…stamp； or door…step； and she wasn't the kind to start anything。 She read a book and minded her business； which was to make the world prettier and better just by residing on it。 I kept on looking out of the side doors of my eyes； and finally the proposition got out of the Pullman class into a case of a cottage with a lawn and vines running over the porch。 I never thought of speaking to her； but I let the plate…glass business go to smash for a while。
〃She changed cars at Cincinnati； and took a sleeper to Louisville over the L。 and N。 There she bought another ticket； and went on through Shelbyville； Frankfort； and Lexington。 Along there I began to have a hard time keeping up with her。 The trains came along when they pleased； and didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular； except to keep on the track and the right of way as much as possible。 Then they began to stop at junctions instead of towns； and at last they stopped altogether。 I'll bet Pinkerton would outbid the plate…glass people for my services any time if they knew how I managed to shadow that young lady。 I contrived to keep out of her sight as much as I could； but I never lost track of her。
〃The last station she got off at was away down in Virginia； about six in the afternoon。 There were about fifty houses and four hundred niggers in sight。 The rest was red mud； mules； and speckled hounds。
〃A tall old man； with a smooth face and white hair； looking as proud as Julius Caesar and Roscoe Conkling on the same post…card； was there to meet her。 His clothcs were frazzled； but I didn't notice that till later。 He took her little satchel； and they started over the plank… walks and went up a road along the hill。 I kept along a piece behind 'em； trying to look like I was hunting a garnet ring in the sand that my sister had lost at a picnic the previous Saturday。
〃They went in a gate on top of the hill。 It nearly took my breath away when I looked up。 Up there in the biggest grove I ever saw was a tremendous house with round white pillars about a thousand feet high； and the yard was so full of rose…bushes and box…bushes and lilacs that you couldn't have seen the house if it hadn't been as big as the Capitol at Washington。
〃'Here's where I have to trail；' says I to myself。 〃I thought before that she seemed to be in moderate circumstances； at least。 This must be the Governor's mansion； or the Agricultural Building of a new World's Fair； anyhow。 I'd better go back to the village and get posted by the postmaster； or drug the druggist for some information。
〃In the village I found a pine hotel called the Bay View House。 The only excuse for the name was a bay horse grazing in the front yard。 I set my sample…case down； and tried to be ostensible。 I told the landlord I was taking orders for plate…