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"It is of no importance," Sommers answered. "It's our own business, anyway; but it makes no difference as we live now whether she knows it or not." "I am glad you feel so," Alves replied with relief. Then in a few moments she added, "I was afraid she might tell people; it might get to your old friends." Sommers replied in the same even tone, "Well? and what can they do about it?"
It was at the visit after the information had reached them of this fruitless search for important testimony, that Bucholz related to Sommers another dream, in which his former prison companion was said to have appeared to him as a detective, and as he finished the recital, he turned to his companion, and said: "If you are a detective, and if you do take the stand against me, it is all over.
When Sommers returned with a glass of champagne, a number of men had gathered about Miss Hitchcock, and she left him on the outside, intentionally it seemed, while she chatted with them, bandying allusions that meant nothing to him. Sommers saw that he had been a bore. He slipped out of the group and wandered into the large library, where the guests were eating and drinking.
Miss Preston ain't got back from school, she's late to-day." Sommers walked into the bare sitting room and sat down, while Mrs. Ducharme leaned against the door-post, fingering her apron in an embarrassed manner. "I've got cured," she blurted out at last. "My eye was awful bad, and it's been most a week since you sent me here." "Did you follow my treatment?" "No! I was out one afternoon after Mrs.
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.
"If you wanted five thousand, I could give it to you, if I was only out one night. I could tell you a secret that would open your eyes, but as long as you are here I can do you no good, and you cannot help me." Sommers, who was reclining upon the bed, raised himself upon his hand, and looking Bucholz in the face with a knowing smile, said: "I suppose you would lift old Schulte's treasure!"
"They are victims of the System that has kept them degraded and ignorant. But until they are lifted up and educated and raised to our standards they are bad. "You can't get around it, Holly, those ignorant Mexicans are bad!" She had lifted her eyes accusingly to where Holman Sommers sat on the ground with his knees drawn up and his old Panama hat hung upon them.
Then she asked, with an air of constraint: "What will you do? I mean after your visit to us, for, of course, you must rest." Sommers smiled ironically. "That is the question every one asks. 'What will you do? what will you do? Suppose I should say 'Nothing'? We are always planning. No one is ready to wait and turn his hand to the nearest job.
Toward the close of the war, on the formation of a new typhoid hospital, Sommers was put in charge. There one day in the heat of the fight with disease and corruption he discovered Parker Hitchcock, who had enlisted, partly as a frolic, an excuse for throwing off the ennui of business, and partly because his set were all going to Cuba.
The come and go of the place, the air of excitement about the hospital, stirred Sommers as nothing in months had done. Then the attention paid him by the internes and the older nurses, who had kept alive in their busy little world the tradition of his brilliant work, aroused all the vanity in his nature.
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