The Disagreeable Man

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. LAWYERS HAVE ONLY FIVE CHANCES OUT OF A HUNDRED OF BEING LOVED Jack Melrose was blonde, handsome, tall, and twenty-six. He was a dutiful son, and, likewise, the possessor of a long head inherited from his paternal ancestor. It was the combination of these two happy facts that had, on more...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. LAWYERS HAVE ONLY FIVE CHANCES OUT OF A HUNDRED OF BEING LOVED Jack Melrose was blonde, handsome, tall, and twenty-six. He was a dutiful son, and, likewise, the possessor of a long head inherited from his paternal ancestor. It was the combination of these two happy facts that had, on more than one occasion, saved him from making an ass of himself. He often chuckled good humoredly within him, as he thought how, if it had not been for his long head he would more than likely have fallen desperately and irrevocably in love with his cousin's governess, a bewitching little penniless creature, who had gone to the mountains with the families one summer five years ago. And then that delightful, risque, little May Carter at the beach And that night when the dreamy music so in harmony with her voluptuous attitude in the piazza hammock How near he came murmuring the fatal words as he stooped to rescue her dainty kerchief and felt her golden hair just brush his forehead. But his father appeared just then. Come out to finish his cigar, and?the danger was past. Then, last year?Judith Ah, Judith was in Europe now. Once they had talked in sighs and murmurs half an hour. She was part Indian, it was rumored, and wealthy, but would never have been just the wife for him. And he was thankful he had been long headed enough to see it. They had once listened to the waves on the beach, in that exact situation and moonlight which you have all read about so often that you have learned to skip it in the novels. Jack's hand held hers tightly, and he could feel her pulse beat in the palm. Perhaps his arm was about her waist; their hearts beat vigorously as those unruly members have a way of involuntarily doing in just such situations, and under such youthful conditio...