Van Bibber knew him for a very nice boy, of a
very good Boston family named Standish, and the younger of two sons.
It was the elder who was Van Bibber's particular friend. The girl saw
nothing of this mutual recognition, for she was looking with startled
eyes at a hansom that had dashed up the side street and was turning
the corner.
"Ted, O Ted!" she gasped. "It's your brother. There! In that hansom. I
saw him perfectly plainly. Oh, how did he find us? What shall we do?"
Ted grew very red and then very white.
"Standish," said Van Bibber, jumping up and reaching for his hat, "pay
this chap for these things, will you, and I'll get rid of your
brother."
Van Bibber descended the steps lighting a cigar as the elder Standish
came up them on a jump.
"Hello, Standish!" shouted the New Yorker. "Wait a minute; where are
you going? Why, it seems to rain Standishes to-day! First see your
brother; then I see you. What's on?"
"You've seen him?" cried the Boston man, eagerly. "Yes, and where is
he? Was she with him? Are they married? Am I in time?"
Van Bibber answered these different questions to the effect that he
had seen young Standish and Mrs. Standish not a half an hour before,
and that they were just then taking a cab for Jersey City, whence they
were to depart for Chicago.
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