The salary would have to be about six thousand a year. As always,
Your devoted and obedient son, KIRK.
P.S.--I would not care to locate farther west than Buffalo. My
wife might not like it.
"If he survives the first part, that tag line will put him down
for the count," mused the writer, with a grin. "And, yet,
something tells me he will not embrace my offer. Ah, well!
Promotion is slow." He whistled blithely as he sent Allan off to
the post-office.
Kirk lost no time in calling at the bank, but was disappointed to
learn that Senor Andres Garavel had left the city for an
unexpected business tour of the Provinces and would not return for
at least two weeks. At first he was inclined to doubt the truth of
this statement, but a casual inquiry from Mrs. Cortlandt confirmed
it, and, cursing his luck, he sought distraction where he could
most easily find it.
In the days that followed he saw nothing of Gertrudis, but a good
deal of Edith Cortlandt. She had redeemed her promise of getting
him a good horse-something rare in this country-and he was
grateful for the exercise, which came as a welcome relief from his
indoor toil. They rode almost daily; he dined at her house, and
once again made one of her party at the opera.
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