Wall, their memories are close linked together, anyway, and will walk down the ages together.
Al Faizi’s dark eyes dwelt on Alice, and the marble forms of the lovers, at about the same time and for quite a long spell.
His look seemed to take ’em all in—Alice’s sweet young beauty and the idee of the sad fate of the lovers.
The hull sad story seemed to be writ out in his melancholy, but glowin’ eyes.
Poor creeter!
Wall, Martin and Alice went to lots of places that I hadn’t no idee of wantin’ to go to—receptions and parties and theatres and sech. And Martin come home from the theatre with his big feelin’s kinder trompled down for once, I guess.
They wouldn’t let him in.
He probble could have bought out the hull theatre, root and branch, and not felt it a mite; and to home they would have strewed flowers in his path up the aisle, if he had jest hinted at it.
But he wuz turned out here, neck and crop, because he hadn’t a dress-suit on.
He felt meachin’ about it, I believe, though he wouldn’t say much. But the next night they went agin. He put on a coat with pinted tails and kinder low necked in front, and they let him in quick as a wink. Josiah said, when I told him about it, that if he had known it he would have gin Martin the loan of his dressin’-gown.