Lord!
If they knew all about me! But the kid is safe in my hands. I know
how kids of twelve feel. At least, the Minetta Lane variety. So I'll
be at the sea shore all summer. Going some, for Minetta Lane, eh?
"Lucy, I made fifty dollars last night at poker from a Senior in the
Student's Club. This morning I made him take it back."
Enoch closed the book and leaned back in his chair as Jonas appeared at
the door with a pitcher of ice water.
"How come you don't try to get a little rest, boss?" asked Jonas,
glancing disapprovingly at the black book.
"I am resting, old man! Don't bother your good old head about me, but
tumble off to sleep yourself!"
"I don't never sleep before you do. I ain't for thirteen years, and I
don't calculate to begin now." Jonas turned the bed covers back and
marched out of the room.
Enoch smiled and, opening the book again, he turned the pages slowly
till another entry struck his eye.
"February 6.--If I could only see you, touch you, cling to your tender
hand to-night, Lucy! You know that I was chosen to represent Columbia
in the dedication of the Lincoln statue. It was to have taken place
next Wednesday. But the British Ambassador, who was to be the chief
Mogul there, was called home to England for some reason or other and
they shoved the dedication forward to to-day, so as to catch him before
he sailed.
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