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The speaker was Professor William Windsor, LL. B., phrenologist and anthropologist, whose lectures last week at the Guard's armory interested the people of Atlanta in the study of human character. "Mr. Grady has interested me ever since I first heard of him, and I had looked forward to meeting him personally here in Atlanta this winter, ever since my route was mapped out for the season.
I'll give Brown one more warning a long 'collect' telegram, about forty words and then if he doesn't toe up, I'll get one and send him the bill. "There was a man that looked some like Grady worked for me on the Galveston house. He was a carpenter, and thought he stood for the whole Federation of Labor. He got gay one day. I warned him once, and then I threw him off the distributing floor."
In his poem entitled "Longings" he uses this language: "Oh, sing to me, darling, a sweet song to-night, While I bask in the smile of thine eyes, While I kiss those dear lips in the dark silent room, And whisper my saddening good-byes." Now, you see how it is yourself, Grady, don't you? How is she going to sing to him while he kisses those lips, and how is he going to whisper good-bye?
Yet the author, hiding there beyond reach of the genial Grady, and the possibility of a curtain call, was not thinking solely of his play. Stones had been rolled to-day from tombs in which he had sought to bury many ghosts of the past. With the resurrection came undeniable fears and equally undeniable flashes of instinctive elation.
There was a little disappointment amongst both officers and men of the company. "We will be out of all the fun entirely," said Grady. "They will catch the Mahdi, relieve Khartoum, rescue Gordon, and have all their names in the newspapers and we will have nothing to say to it at all, at all." "Don't you believe it," said Kavanagh. "The general would not send a rifle away if he were going to attack.
We made inquiries concerning the cabinet; we learned its history, and the secret of its construction, and we arrived at a certain conclusion. It was to ascertain if that conclusion is correct that I came to America." "What is the conclusion?" queried Grady, who had listened to all this with a manifest impatience in strong contrast to my own absorbed interest.
My heart was beating a wild tattoo. I felt as though I were burning up. I glanced at Checkers. Disappointment was clearly written across his face. "We 're up against it," he said despondently. "Garrison 's give us the double-cross. He had no business settin' the pace. There 's some one going after him now. Go on, you Grady! Wiggle yourself! They 've collared him! They 're passing him!"
James, as he followed them, nodded, and said, "Good night, Mr. Bannon." Then for the last time Bannon led Grady away. Peterson started forward, but the boss shook his head, and went out, marching the delegate between the lumber piles to the point where the path crossed the Belt Line tracks. "Now, Mr. Grady," he said, "this is where our ground stops.
"Grady," she said, and nodded. "Yes, he's been working the man. I never saw such a change in my life. He just sat up there in bed and swore at me, and said I needn't think I could buy him off with this stuff" he looked down and Hilda saw that the bowl in his hand was not empty "and raised a row generally." "Why?" she asked. "Give it up. From what he said, I'm sure Grady's behind it."
"Was it Grady that killed himself trying to do all the dining and speeching? No, old man, no, no! "Ever yours, MARK." In the various dinner speeches and other utterances made by Mark Twain at this time, his hearers recognized a new and great seriousness of purpose. It was not really new, only, perhaps, more emphasized. He still made them laugh, but he insisted on making them think, too.
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