But at this instant, to old Pat’s salvation, Kathlyn, passing by, said:—
“All right, Pat. I know about this;” and, both taking a taxi, old Pat walking round and round, scratching his bald crown, was murmuring:
“LapidAho! I got it! It’s probably a crittur up at that zoo! I ain’t forgot that hop, skip and jump, walloping Australian tornado! And now His Honor has put in a lapidary!! I think I’ll go up with that old canvas bag! But why all sich high-brow stuff in naming critturs? This lapidary thing might turn out only a rat, or a goofy bug!”
But that fairy bug, Dan Cupid, goofy or not, as you wish, was buzzing around again; and, though this story is not of wild, romantic infatuations, in which rival villains fight for a fair lady’s hand, I am bound to say that Cupid has put on an act varying much from his works in Gadsby’s mansion; for this arrow from his bow caught two young folks to whom a dollar bill was as long, broad and high as City Hall. Both had to work for a living; but by saving a bit, off and on, Sarah Young, who, you know, with Priscilla Standish first thought of our Night School, and Paul Johnson, who did odd jobs around town, such as caring for lawns, painting and “man-of-all-work,” had put by a small bank account. Paul was an orphan, as was Sarah, who
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