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In leaving a box of candy, saved for him from the Christmas tree, was given him. "You will come again, Mr. Stirling?" said Mrs. Bohlmann, warmly. "Thank you," said Peter. "I shall be very glad to." "Yah," said Mr. Bohlmann. "You coom choost as ofden as you blease." Peter took his dress-suit to a tailor the next day, and ordered it to be taken in.
Candor compels the statement that he enjoyed the long hours stretched on the turf, or sitting idly on the veranda, puffing Mr. Costell's good Havanas. Twice Mr. Bohlmann stopped at Peter's office of a Saturday and took him out to stay over Sunday at his villa in one of the Oranges. The family all liked Peter and did not hesitate to show it. Mr.
"It's dreadful though, to have your son's first refusal be about going to saloons," sighed the mother. "From the way he spoke I think his refusal was as hard to him as to you. He's a good boy, and you had better let him judge of what's right." On Peter's return to the city, he found an invitation from Mrs. Bohlmann to come to a holiday festivity of which the Germans are so fond.
Nelson in?" asked the man. "I have just left him, Mr. Dummer," said Peter. "Ah! Good-evening, Mr. Stirling. I think I can guess your business. Well. How do you come on?" Dummer was obviously laughing internally. Peter started down the steps without answering. "Perhaps I can help you?" said Dummer. "I know Mr. Nelson very well in politics, and so does Mr. Bohlmann.
Bohlmann goes to the same church I attend!" His mother was not surprised. She had always known her Peter was a hero, and needed no "York papers" to teach her the fact. Still she read every line of the case, and of the subsequent crusade.
The crowd understood Peter's remark as they would have understood nothing else. They understood that besides those rifles and bayonets there was something else not to be trifled with. So in this case, it was not wasted. And Mr. Bohlmann, Christian though he was, as he read his paper that evening cried, "Och! Dod Beder Stirling he always does say chust der righd ding!"
He did not add that he did not notice young girls that for some reason they had not interested him since since "Where does he live?" inquired Peter. "Not ten blocks from here," replied Dr. Purple, and named the street and number. Peter looked at his watch and, thanking the clergyman, took his leave. He did not go back to his office, but to the address, and asked for Mr. Bohlmann.
Bohlmann has always stood high in the church, and has been liberal and sensible with his money. I can't tell you how this whole thing has surprised and grieved me, Mr. Stirling. It must be terrible for his wife. His daughters, too, are such nice sweet girls. You've probably noticed them in church?" "No," Peter had not noticed them.
"But I tell you the criminal one is dead. Squashed. Bohlmann and I have seen the right people, and they've seen the District Attorney. That case won't even go to the grand jury. So now, drop it, and say what you'll settle the civil suits for?" "James Coldman shall go to prison for killing those children," said Peter, "and till he does, it is waste time to talk of dropping or settling anything."
"Clerk, strike Dennis Moriarty's fine off the list." "Thank you," said Peter to the saloon-keeper. "If I can ever do a turn for you, let me know it." "Dat's hunky," said the man, and they parted. Peter went out and walked into the region of the National Milk Company, but this time he went to the brewery. He found Mr. Bohlmann, and told him the story, asking his advice at the end.
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