THE FINANCIER 
of the smoothest, closest-fitting character. Her high 
silk riding-hat, such as was worn in those days, sat jauntily 
above her red-gold hair. She carried a bright-yellow 
whip in her hand, and looked very much as she had 
that day, several years before, when he had persuaded 
her to consider how complete, finally, their union must 
be. He marveled a little at himself—taking the time 
on this day of all days to come and see her—but he 
said to himself that one need never regret the bright 
moments of love and yearning affection as lost. They 
were not numerous enough. Aileen looked to see if 
there were any one else in sight in either direction; but 
there was not. When he jumped down from his light 
little runabout, letting the reins fall between the whip 
and the dash-board, she threw her arms around his neck 
and held him close, her lips crushed to his. His young 
bay mare pawed and snorted vigorously, throwing her 
ears forward and back and swishing her neatly trimmed 
tail. 
"Oh, honey, honey, honey!" was all Aileen could mur- 
mur. " Oh, my darling boy!" She was so distressed by 
recent developments that she could scarcely speak. 
She stroked his hair and neck sympathetically, and he 
pulled her tight to him, feeling her cheek over her shoul- 
der with his free hand. Curiously enough, he noted the 
undying coquetry of her, which had led her to cut and 
paste below her left eye a small speck of black court- 
plaster, in order to emphasize and make more beautiful 
the color of her cheeks and hair. Sorrow for him some- 
how did not affect or modify her interest in herself. She 
figured that she must always be very beautiful and attrac- 
tive to make him happy, for she had learned that he 
loved beauty. Repeated hours with him in North Tenth 
Street had taught this, and she wanted to keep it for him 
as long as she could. 
"I have only a few minutes to stay, sweet," were his 
first words after he had shared their long embrace. "1 
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