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But their troubles are talked over in the saloons and on the doorsteps, so I hear of them, and can learn whether they really deserve help. They'll take it from me, because they feel that I'm one of them." Miss De Voe was too much shaken by her tears to talk that evening. Miss De Voe's life and surroundings were not exactly weepy ones, and when tears came they meant much.
But Lispenard was right. Peter had enjoyed the dinner at Miss De Voe's and the evening at Mr. Le Grand's. Yet each night on reaching his rooms, he had sat long hours in his straight office chair, in the dark. He was thinking of what Miss Leroy had told him of of He was not thinking of "Society." Peter made his dinner call at Miss De Voe's, but did not find her at home.
"I haven't dined." "Mr. Stirling! You are joking?" Miss De Voe's smile had ended, and she was sitting up very straight in her chair. Women will do without eating for an indefinite period, and think nothing of it, but the thought of a hungry man fills them with horror unless they have the wherewithal to mitigate the consequent appetite. Hunger with woman, as regards herself, is "a theory."
Lispenard laughed at the earnestness with which the question was asked. "No," he replied. "I was joking. Peter cultivates you, because he wants to know your swell friends." Either this conversation or Miss De Voe's own thoughts, led to a change in her course.
But by that time people began to pay it back, with interest often, and there has hardly been a case when it hasn't been repaid. So what with Miss De Voe's contributions, and the return of the money, I really have more than I can properly use already. There's only about eight thousand loaned at present, and nearly five thousand in bank." "I'm so sorry!" said Leonore.
"What wine will you have with your luncheon, Mr. Stirling?" he was asked by his hostess. "I don't none for me," replied Peter. "You don't approve of wine?" asked his hostess. "Personally I have no feeling about it." "But?" And there was a very big question mark in Miss De Voe's voice. "My mother is strongly prejudiced against it, so I do not take it.
In spite of Miss De Voe's demands on his time he had enough left to spend many days in Albany when the legislature took up the reports of the Commissions. He found strong lobbies against both bills, and had a long struggle with them.
He was asked by some of the people he met to call, probably on Miss De Voe's suggestion, and he dutifully called. Yet at the end of three months Miss De Voe shook her head. "He is absolutely a gentleman, and people seem to like him. Yet somehow I don't understand it." "Exactly," laughed Lispenard. "You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear." "Lispenard," angrily said Miss De Voe, "Mr.
De Voe's method, and afterwards sold him for five hundred dollars. While at Cincinnati I received a message summoning me home, where I arrived the following morning, and two days later became the father of a bouncing eleven-pound boy. On my arrival home I explained to my folks "just how it all happened."
"Would you like to know what he said?" she asked, when Peter failed to do so. "I think he would have said it to me, if he wished me to hear it." Miss De Voe's mind reverted to her criticism of Peter. "He is so absolutely without our standards." Her chair suddenly ceased to be comfortable. She rose, saying, "Let us go to the library. I shall not show you my pictures now.
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