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"Mamma, you--you frighten me."
"You like Louis Latz, don't you, Alma?"
"Why, yes, mamma. Very much."
"We can't all be young and handsome like Leo, can we?"
"You mean--?"
"I mean that finer and better men than Louis Latz aren't lying around
loose. A man who treated his mother like a queen and who worked himself
up from selling newspapers on the street to a millionaire."
"Mamma?"
"Yes, baby. He asked me to-night. Come to me, Alma; stay with me close.
He asked me to-night."
"What?"
"You know. Haven't you seen it coming for weeks? I have."
"Seen what?"
"Don't make mamma come out and say it. For eight years I've been as
grieving a widow to a man as a woman could be. But I'm human, Alma, and
he--asked me to-night."
There was a curious pallor came over Miss Samstag's face, as if smeared
there by a hand.
"Asked you what?"
"Alma, it don't mean I'm not true to your father as I was the day I
buried him in that blizzard back there, but could you ask for a finer,
steadier man than Louis Latz? It looks out of his face.


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