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Chapter II.IT was the next evening. De Smythe's heart had failed him at the last moment, and he had not delivered the diary. He was sitting in his room, No. 26 Holworthy. His janitor sat beside him. De Smythe had taken a great fancy to this janitor, who had taught him to smoke. "This shall at least bring happiness to some mortal," thought the generous youth, as he drew from his pocket the object on which he had spent so much anxious thought and his last X. He unfolded the wrappings of tissue paper and presented the diary...
...good deal of explanation. Margaret was the cook at 1884 Beacon Street. She had been engaged to the janitor just three days. Taking from his pocket a photograph of this lady, finished in colors in the most approved style of the art, he, by a dexterous use of De Smythe's penknife, removed the mirror and replaced it by the picture; and then, intending to call at 1884 Beacon Street later in the evening, carefully wrapped up the diary and placed it in the breast-pocket of Fitz-Clarence's best overcoat, that he might be sure of not leaving...
During his absence De Smythe had entered. The brace had had its usual stimulating effect, and he had decided to storm once more the citadel of Evangeline's heart. Flinging on the overcoat, he rushed out to catch...
Chapter III.DE SMYTHE had a delightful evening. Never had his Evangeline been so charming or so gracious. He spoke of love and she did not say him nay. He was intoxicated with happiness. But all things must have an end, and about two A. M. De Smythe began to become conscious that he must go. As he put on his overcoat he felt the parcel in the breast-pocket, and, without stopping to account for its presence, drew it out and handed it to Evangeline...
...said Evangeline in her charming, coquettish way. "Who is she?" De Smythe's rapture was overflowing. "Look upon it," he said, "and you will behold her loveliest of faces," and rushing down the steps he ran for a West...