Miss Tucker got a firm grip on one of Carol's
hands, and after a hesitating pause, ensconced her elbow snugly against
David's Bible lying on the table. Gooding said he felt a draft, and
sat on the foot of the cot.
"Once there was a man, and he was in love with two women--oh, yes, Mrs.
Duke, it can be done all right. I have done it myself--yes, two at the
same time. Ask any man; they can all do it. Oh, women can't. They
aren't broad-minded enough. It takes a man,--his heart can hold them
all." The girls sniffed, but Nevius would not be side-tracked from his
story. "Well, this man loved them both, and they were both worth
loving--young, and fair, and wealthy. He loved them distractedly. He
loved one because she was soft and sweet and adorable, and he called
her Precious. He loved the other because she was talented and
brilliant, a queen among women, the center of every throng, and he
called her Glory. He loved to kiss the one, and he loved to be proud
of the other. They did not know about each other, they lived in
different towns. One night the queenly one was giving a toast at a
banquet, and the revelers were leaning toward her, drinking in every
word of her rich musical voice, marveling at her brilliancy, when
suddenly she saw a tiny figure perch on the table in front of her
fiance,--yes, he was fianceing them both.
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