He suddenly recollected a girl in
the States, and it came to him quite forcibly, not only that she might be
waiting for him, but that a wife was a very pleasant acquisition for a
man who lived some several degrees north of 53. So he wrote an
appropriate note, enclosed a letter of credit generous enough to cover
all expenses, including trousseau and chaperon, and addressed it to one
Flossie. Flossie? One could imagine the rest. However, after that he
built a comfortable cabin on his claim, bought another in Dawson, and
broke the news to his friends.
And just here is where the lack of co-ordination came into play. The
waiting was tedious, and having been long denied, the amative element
could not brook further delay. Flossie was coming; but Loraine Lisznayi
was here. And not only was Loraine Lisznayi here, but her cosmopolitan
reputation was somewhat the worse for wear, and she was not exactly so
young as when she posed in the studios of artist queens and received at
her door the cards of cardinals and princes. Also, her finances were
unhealthy. Having run the gamut in her time, she was now not averse to
trying conclusions with a Bonanza King whose wealth was such that he
could not guess it within six figures.
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