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After three hours of this he dressed and took the cable car for the cottage. At the cottage gate, however, he overtook the good dentist, bearing a large florist's box. Miss M'Gann was already within the little front room, and Alves was talking in low tones with a sallow youth in a clerical coat. At the sight of the newcomers the clergyman withdrew to put on his robes. Dr.
He told her something about the Hitchcocks. "She was the first woman I knew in Chicago," he concluded musingly. Alves looked at him with troubled eyes, and then was silent. Territories unknown in her experience were beginning to reveal themselves in the world of this man. The next day Sommers applied at the drug store for permission to hang his sign beneath the others.
I don't know now, but I'll let you know, if you care to have me." "Of course I shall care to know!" Miss Hitchcock's voice trembled, and then steadied itself, as she added, "And I am glad you are thinking of it." With a sense of relief Sommers found himself alone, and free to return to the temple, to Alves, for the last time.
The bluntness of the speech was relieved by the confidential manner in which Miss Hitchcock leaned forward to the other woman. "It was sudden," Alves replied coolly. "I know! But we, my father and I, had a right to feel hurt. We knew him so well, and we should have liked to know you." "Thank you." "But we had no cards you disappeared hid yourselves and you turn up in this unique place!
"You were glad to see her again." "Did I show it unduly?" "I knew you were, and she knows it." When he looked at her a few moments later, her eyes were moist. "Pshaw! pshaw!" Dr. Leonard exclaimed, in a coaxing tone. "I'm disappointed, Alves. 'Tain't natural. I mean to see him and show him what harm it is." "No, no, don't speak of it again, at least to him," Alves pleaded anxiously.
She glanced at him and smiled the comprehending smile of the mothers of men. "You would not want it always." They landed at the end of the lake; from there it was a short walk over the dusty country road to the village. The cross-roads hamlet with its saloons and post-office was still sleeping in midday lethargy. Alves pointed to the unpainted, stuffy-looking houses. "You would not like this."
Only he asked very particularly about you and the doctor; about what kind of man the doctor was, and just when you were married and where." Alves moved nervously. "Where were you married, Alves?" Miss M'Gann pursued anxiously. "Here or in Wisconsin? You were so dreadfully queer about it all."
He bought himself many new clothes, and as time went on, picked up social relations in different parts of the city. He still talked sentimental socialism, chiefly for the benefit of Alves, who regarded him as an authority on economic questions, and whose instinctive sympathies were touched by his theories.
But he worn't their father, Mrs. Jack bein' a widder or said so. They're only 'alves and 'alves ain't no good in law; so inter Chancery those 'ouses 'll go, come a twelvemonth yo may take it at that!" Diana laughed a young spontaneous laugh the first since she had come home.
It isn't the fear of the Lord that will keep men like Dresser in line; it's the fear of their neighbors' opinions and of an empty stomach!" "Don't you wish you had a chance like his?" Alves asked timidly. The young doctor laughed aloud. "You don't know me yet. It isn't that I don't want to. It's because I can't no glory to me. But, Alves, we are all right.
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