"
Miss X. raised her handsome eyes for a moment to Dashboard. "By
all means," she said, turning to the Man from Solano; "and as Mr.
Dashboard is one of the managers and you are a stranger, he will,
of course, send you a complimentary ticket. I have known Mr.
Dashboard long enough to know that he is invariably courteous to
strangers and a gentleman." She settled herself in her chair again
and fixed her eyes upon the stage.
The Man from Solano thanked the Man of New York, and then, after
shaking hands with every body in the box, turned to go. When he
had reached the door he looked back to Miss X., and said,--
"It WAS one of the queerest things in the world, miss, that my
findin' them checks--"
But the curtain had just then risen on the garden scene in "Faust,"
and Miss X. was absorbed. The Man from Solano carefully shut the
box door and retired. I followed him.
He was silent until he reached the lobby, and then he said, as if
renewing a previous conversation, "She IS a mighty peart gal--
that's so. She's just my kind, and will make a stavin' good wife.
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