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Westby bethought him to ask the same question of Scarborough half an hour later, when they were dressing in the athletic house. “Mr. Upton has consented to serve,” said Scarborough gravely. Westby thumped himself down on a bench, dangling one spiked running shoe by the string. “What! Kiddy!” “The same,” said Scarborough.
As soon as Eric had got over his little pique, he made the first advances, by writing a note to Upton, which he slipped under his study door, and which ran as follows: "Dear Horace Don't let us quarrel about nothing. Silly fellow, why should you be angry with me because for once I wanted to go a walk with Russell, who, by the bye, is twice as good a fellow as you?
"The penance will be ten times greater on my part, believe me." Robert fancied him to be referring to some idea of mocking the interposition of religion. "Then we'll go to Upton Church," he said. "I don't mind it at Upton." "I intend to go to the church attended by 'The Family, as we say in our parts; and you must come with me to Warbeach."
But since this couldn't be said, she consented to the symbol of it that he put before her, that "all this," and answered, as he had hoped, "No, indeed; I couldn't think of leaving it all, for good." It was an icy, sunny day, and Imogen Upton and Jack Pennington were walking up and down the gaunt wharf, not caring to take refuge from the cold in the stifling waiting-rooms.
"I'll bet you were," put in Miss Upton sotto voce. "As soon as my dear father was gone she threw off all disguise to her impatience. She put on very becoming mourning and said she wanted to travel. She said my father had left nothing, but that I was young and could easily get a position. She broke up the home, found a cheap room for me to lodge, gave me a little money and went away."
"But do you feel with me," said Rose, "that it's no wonder that Mrs. Upton left him." "Not in the least," Pennington replied, glad, evidently, to make clear his disagreement. "I don't know of any reason that Mrs. Upton had for deserting not only her husband but her children." "But have they been left? Isn't it merely that they prefer to stay?"
Charlotte mumbled some inarticulate greeting, falling an instant victim to the young creature's humility and loveliness. "I look very queer, I know," continued Geraldine, "but you see I just came down out of the sky." "She really did," put in Miss Upton. "She came in Mr. Barry's areoplane." "Shan't I die!" commented Mrs. Whipp, continuing to stare with a pertinacity equal to Rufus Carder's own.
Tison, all unheeded now, had leapt to the floor and, during this address, had stood directly in front of the speaker, barking furiously until Imogen, her lips compressed, her forehead flushed, stooped, picked him up, and flung him out of the room. Mrs. Upton had sat quite motionless, only lifting her glance now and then to Mr. Potts's shaking beard and flashing eye.
Miss Upton swallowed and kept her eyes on the approaching plane. "She ain't killed, anyway," she repeated. "Nor Ben either," remarked Mrs. Barry, drawing the fine needle in and out of her work. "He is of some importance, isn't he?" "Oh, do you suppose he got her, Mrs. Barry?" gasped Miss Mehitable.
Abuses in the processes of preparing preserved meats were brought vividly before Americans by Upton Sinclair in his novel "The Jungle." The Department of Agriculture took up the problem and a special investigation was ordered by President Roosevelt.
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