The Salamander; a legend for Christmas : found amongst the papers of the late Ernest Helfenstein

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Excerpt: ...Benson slipping down-stairs by the second stairway as Doré was saying glibly: "Oh, Mr. Rex, Miss Summers has just telephoned! She wants me to tell you-" But she proceeded no further. Mr. Tony Rex was watching her with a sarcastic smile. "Come off! Don't hand me any useless fibs, Miss Baxter! Ida's here; I took the precaution to find out! What's her little game to-day?" Suddenly, as if struck by an idea, he moved to the window. Below, Ida Summers was just springing to her seat in the big yellow automobile. Doré had no time to prevent him; in fact, she had momentarily lost her wits. One thing had startled her on his arrival-his shoes: patent leather with yel Pg 259 low tops-not chamois, but close enough to recall the dreadful wraith of Josh Nebbins. "So she's chucked me for a stuffed image like Benson?" he said grimly. "Oh, I know the owner; I asked the chauffeur!" "What a terrible man!" she thought. Even in that he recalled that other persistent suitor! Aloud she said hastily, as he took up his hat: "What are you going to do?" He affected to misunderstand the question. "Look here, Miss Baxter," he said abruptly, "I'm dead serious in this! I'm going to marry that little kid, and it's going to happen soon! Likewise, I'm a wise one, and I know just the game she's playing-and the dangers! Some of you can keep your heads-maybe you can and maybe you can't! She's nothing but a babe-she doesn't know! That's why I'm going to stop this fooling, P. D. Q.!" "Look out! You can't drive a girl into things!" said Doré. "Oh, yes, I can! Watch me!" he said confidently. "Now, I'm going to find where they're lunching, buy up the table next, and see how jolly a little party Miss Ida'll have out of it, with me for an audience! Lesson number one!" He was off in a rush before she could recover from her laughter. Left at last alone, she sought to return into herself, to adjust the Dodo of the day to the surprising self of the night...