I haven't any
of the old California gambling blood in me, but I guess the hardy ghost of
those old days still dominates the atmosphere, and I have not been one of
those to escape."
"It's in mine! Not that I care for gambling, really, like Aileen and Alice.
But I've always been fascinated by the idea of taking long chances, and I
have had inklings that I'll be rather more than less fascinated as I grow
older....When are your stories to be published? I am simply expiring to
read them."
"Are you?"
III
Alexina had thrust her slim index finger unerringly through Gora's
bristling armor and tickled her weakest spot. The fledgling author smiled
into the dazzling eyes opposite and a deep flush rose to her high cheek
bones,
"Rather!"
"Then..." Gora rose and took a magazine from the table beside her bed. She
spread it open on her lap, when she had resumed her seat, and handled it as
Alexina had seen young mothers fondle their first-born.
"It's here. Just out."
"Oh!" Alexina. gave a little shriek of genuine anticipation. "Read it to
me. Quick. I can't wait."
Gora led a lonely life outside of her work, a lonely inner life always. She
had never had an intimate friend, and she suddenly reflected that there had
been a certain measure of sadness in her joy both when her manuscripts were
accepted and to-day when for the first time she had gazed at herself in
print.
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