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His assumed carelessness scarcely veiled his own interest in it. "You always were a bright boy, Alden," she laughed. Another woman might have torn it open rudely, but Madame searched through her old mahogany desk until she found a tarnished silver letter-opener, thus according due courtesy to her unknown correspondent.
Amherst made no farther attempt to detain her, and the door closed on her as though it were closing on a chapter in their lives. "That's the end of it!" he murmured, picking up the letter-opener she had been playing with, and twirling it absently in his fingers. But nothing in life ever ends, and the next moment a new question confronted him how was the next chapter to open?
Gordon, who had been delicately balancing his letter-opener, now delivered a whack of such unthinking ferocity upon his fat knuckle as to produce a sharp pang. He gazed in surprise and reproach upon the aching thumb and something of those emotions informed the regard which he turned slowly upon Banneker. Mr. Gordon's frame of mind was unenviable.
"Yes." "Then I'll take it down myself." With his letter-opener he pried the offensive strip loose, tore it across thrice, and scattered the pieces on the floor. "Mr. Ellis," said he formally, "hereafter no medical advertising will be accepted for or published in the 'Clarion. The same rule applies to fraudulent advertising of any kind.
"Here, you can use this," said Fruen very obligingly, handing me a letter-opener. A simple, ordinary letter, nothing more; indeed, it began almost jestingly: I had run away from Ovrebo before he knew I was going, and hadn't even waited for my money.
Having finished, he swiveled in his chair, to face Banneker, and, as he spoke, kept bouncing the thin point of a letter-opener from the knuckles of his left hand. His hands were fat and nervous. "So you want to do newspaper work?" "Yes." "Why?" "I think I can make a go of it." "Any experience?" "None to speak of. I've written a few things. I thought you might remember my name." "Your name?
Then he seemed to be lying there himself, looking up, and peering down at him were the faces of many men, some bearing the impress of hate, and some of derisive laughter. He arose again, and taking a letter-opener, crowded bits of paper into the keyhole of the door and up and down the crack. Then he closed the one window, turned out the two gas-jets, and opened the stop-cocks again.
It was, somehow, humorous, like the clever antics of a trained dog. You could not believe that this little machine actually performed what your eyes beheld. Two years later they installed the sand-paper letter-opener, marvel of simplicity. It made the old machine seem cumbersome and slow.
It had been mailed in New York that same morning, and delivered just now, about five o'clock. "You open it, Mr. Calhoun," said Ruth, as if she shrank from the task. I took it gravely, for it seemed to me to portend trouble for little Vicky. Was she giving herself up, or what? Win handed me a letter-opener, and I slit the envelope. As they breathlessly awaited my words, I read: To Mrs.
He went to Mr. Gordon about it. The managing editor was the kind of man with whom it is easy to talk straight talk. "What's the matter with me?" asked Banneker. Mr. Gordon played a thoughtful tattoo upon his fleshy knuckles with the letter-opener. "Nothing. Aren't you satisfied?" "No. Are you?" "You've had your raise, and fairly early. Unless you had been worth it, you wouldn't have had it."
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