“ ‘She’s a widow lady that lives in Panama an’ complains of being lonely.’
“ ‘Poor thing,’ said Bill, ‘I know what that means. I’m lonely myself most of the time.’
“ ‘She’s a fine woman,’ said John Hogan, in a musing tone. ‘I wish to gawd she’d care for me. She’s pink an’ white, with black hair and black eyes, and is nice and plump.’
“ ‘Maybe she’d care for you,’ said Bill.
“ ‘Not likely; she said she wouldn’t marry the best man that ever lived unless she loved him, and even then he’d have to have ten thousand dollars.’
“ ‘You might give a fellow an introduction to her,’ said Bill Wiley at the mention of this sum, which he possessed.”
HIGGINS’ LADY.
(PART II.)
HEN Bill Wiley again presented himself before his friends he was very much changed as to personal appearance. His face was clean and smooth, his hair carefully brushed, he wore a shining pair of shoes and a new white duck suit.
“You’ll make a hit,” said John Hogan, looking him over critically.