A man who could force two
women such as these to look upon him a second time, was certainly a most
remarkable man. Some day, when he had the time, he would sit down and
analyze his strength; but now, just now, he would take what the gods had
given him. And a thin little thought began to lift itself, and he fell
to wondering whatever under the sun he had seen in Flossie, and to regret
exceedingly that he had sent for her. Of course, Freda was out of the
running. His dumps were the richest on Bonanza Creek, and they were
many, while he was a man of responsibility and position. But Loraine
Lisznayi--she was just the woman. Her life had been large; she could do
the honors of his establishment and give tone to his dollars.
But Freda smiled, and continued to smile, till he came to spend much time
with her. When she, too, rode down the street behind his wolf-dogs, the
model-woman found food for thought, and the next time they were together
dazzled him with her princes and cardinals and personal little anecdotes
of courts and kings. She also showed him dainty missives, superscribed,
"My dear Loraine," and ended "Most affectionately yours," and signed by
the given name of a real live queen on a throne.
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