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That'd get their interest! Now, course, Mr. Eathorne, you're conservative, and maybe you feel these stunts would be undignified, but honestly, I believe they'd bring home the bacon." Eathorne folded his hands on his comfortable little belly and purred like an aged pussy: "May I say, first, that I have been very much pleased by your analysis of the situation, Mr. Babbitt.
Babbitt said boyishly to Drew: "Say, doctor, now we've put this thing over, strikes me it's up to the dominie to blow the three of us to a dinner!" "Bully! You bet! Delighted!" cried Dr. Drew, in his manliest way. "And, uh, say, doctor, be sure and get Mr. Eathorne to come. Insist on it. It's, uh I think he sticks around home too much for his own health." Eathorne came. It was a friendly dinner.
Babbitt and Frink sat politely, and politely did Eathorne observe, opening his thin lips just wide enough to dismiss the words, "Gentlemen, before we begin our conference you may have felt the cold in coming here so good of you to save an old man the journey shall we perhaps have a whisky toddy?"
Eathorne; he was welcomed, and received the loan as a private venture; and they both profited in their pleasant new association. After that, Babbitt went to church regularly, except on spring Sunday mornings which were obviously meant for motoring.
Babbitt spoke gracefully of the stabilizing and educational value of bankers to the community. They were, he said, the pastors of the fold of commerce. For the first time Eathorne departed from the topic of Sunday Schools, and asked Babbitt about the progress of his business. Babbitt answered modestly, almost filially.
Eathorne was glad, he said, to "invest in character," to make Babbitt the loan and see to it that the loan did not appear on the books of the bank. Thus certain of the options which Babbitt and Thompson obtained were on parcels of real estate which they themselves owned, though the property did not appear in their names.
Babbitt he was a William Washington Eathorne, but she did not notice it. Young Kenneth Escott, reporter on the Advocate-Times was appointed press-agent of the Chatham Road Presbyterian Sunday School. He gave six hours a week to it. At least he was paid for giving six hours a week.
If Babbitt had not been certain about Vergil Gunch's avoiding him, there could be little doubt about William Washington Eathorne, next morning. When Babbitt was driving down to the office he overtook Eathorne's car, with the great banker sitting in anemic solemnity behind his chauffeur.
Babbitt waved and cried, "Mornin'!" Eathorne looked at him deliberately, hesitated, and gave him a nod more contemptuous than a direct cut. Babbitt's partner and father-in-law came in at ten: "George, what's this I hear about some song and dance you gave Colonel Snow about not wanting to join the G.C.L.? What the dickens you trying to do? Wreck the firm?
Babbitt mentioned his extreme fondness for Eathorne. Within a week three newspapers presented accounts of Babbitt's sterling labors for religion, and all of them tactfully mentioned William Washington Eathorne as his collaborator.
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