The Strange Case of Cavendish by Randall Parrish
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"Won't you join us?" he said nervously. Frederick Cavendish's trim, bearded jaw tightened and he shook his head. "They are not my people," he said shortly, then retreating, begged, "John, when are you going to cut that sort out?" "You make me weary!" the boy snapped. "It's easy enough for you to talk when you've got all the money--that gives you an excuse to read me moral homilies every time I ask you for a dollar, but Miss La Rue is as good as any of your friends any day." The other controlled himself. "What is it you want?" he demanded directly: "Money? If so, how much?" "A hundred will do," the younger man said eagerly. "I lost a little on cards lately, and have to borrow. To-night I met the girl----" Frederick Cavendish silenced him and tendered him the bills. "Now," he said gravely, "this is the last, unless--unless you cut out such people as Celeste La Rue and others that you train with. I'm tired of paying bills for your inane extravagances and parties. I can curtail your income and what's more, I will unless you change." "Cut me off?" The younger Cavendish's voice took on an incredulous note. The other nodded. "Just that," he said. "You've reached the limit." |
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