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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

 

"Fella I was with's a damn fool," confided the blue-eyed woman. "I hate 

him. I want to go home with you." 

 

"You drunk?" queried Amory with intense wisdom. 

 

She nodded coyly. 

 

"Go home with him," he advised gravely. "He brought you." 

 

At this point the noisy man in the background broke away from his 

detainers and approached. 

 

"Say!" he said fiercely. "I brought this girl out here and you're 

butting in!" 

 

Amory regarded him coldly, while the girl clung to him closer. 

 

"You let go that girl!" cried the noisy man. 

 

Amory tried to make his eyes threatening. 

 

"You go to hell!" he directed finally, and turned his attention to the 

girl. 

 

"Love first sight," he suggested. 

 

"I love you," she breathed and nestled close to him. She _did_ have 

beautiful eyes. 

 

Some one leaned over and spoke in Amory's ear. 

 

"That's just Margaret Diamond. She's drunk and this fellow here brought 

her. Better let her go." 

 

"Let him take care of her, then!" shouted Amory furiously. "I'm no W. Y. 

C. A. worker, am I?--am I?" 

 

"Let her go!" 

 

"It's _her_ hanging on, damn it! Let her hang!" 

 

The crowd around the table thickened. For an instant a brawl threatened, 

but a sleek waiter bent back Margaret Diamond's fingers until she 

released her hold on Amory, whereupon she slapped the waiter furiously 

in the face and flung her arms about her raging original escort. 

 

"Oh, Lord!" cried Amory. 

 

"Let's go!" 

 

"Come on, the taxis are getting scarce!" 

 

"Check, waiter." 

 

"C'mon, Amory. Your romance is over." 

 

Amory laughed. 

 

"You don't know how true you spoke. No idea. 'At's the whole trouble." 

 

***** 

 

AMORY ON THE LABOR QUESTION 

 

Two mornings later he knocked at the president's door at Bascome and 

Barlow's advertising agency. 

 

"Come in!" 

 

Amory entered unsteadily. 

 

"'Morning, Mr. Barlow." 

 

Mr. Barlow brought his glasses to the inspection and set his mouth 

slightly ajar that he might better listen. 

 

"Well, Mr. Blaine. We haven't seen you for several days." 

 

"No," said Amory. "I'm quitting." 

 

"Well--well--this is--" 

 

"I don't like it here." 


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