"And, oh, Prentiss!" Carroll called from the cab-window. "I came near forgetting. I promised to gild the Lion and the Unicorn if I won out in London. So have it done, please, and send the bill to me. For I've won out all right." And then he shut the door of the cab, and they drove away forever.
"Nice gal, that," growled the Lion. "I always liked her. I am glad they've settled it at last."
The Unicorn sighed, sentimentally, "The other one's worth two of her," he said.
Nothing was to be seen of him but his head ... sputtering bad words.—[Page 160].
VAILLANTCŒUR
By Henry van Dyke
Illustrations by Walter Appleton Clark
I
"That was truly his name, M'sieu'—Raoul Vaillantcœur—a name of the fine sound, is it not? But me—I think sometimes those grand names attach themselves not to the proper men. It is like the time when the guide-post of the four roads, beside Chicoutimi, blows down from the big storm, and Telesphore Gauthier, he sets him up once more. That Telesphore there, he knows not to read, not so much as the fool caribou. It is the mercy of God, now, what road you take, unless you know him already."