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Updated: May 7, 2025
Akers had come in. It was Akers himself who opened the door. Because the night was hot he had shed coat and shirt, and his fine torso, bare to the shoulders and at the neck, gleamed in the electric light.
Akers preach to-morrow at Mount Olivet? And he answered, 'I believe he does. Said she, 'Well, if I thought he would take a certain text I would like very much to go and hear him. Said her husband, 'What text? And she repeated the whole passage in Hebrews 6:4-6.
And he would come back to her from them, watchful for suspicion, relieved when he did not find it, and bringing her small gifts which would be actually burnt offerings to his own soul. She made up her mind to give him up. She would go home in the morning, make her peace with them all, and never see Louis Akers again.
Mostly he thought of Lily, and of Louis Akers, big and handsome, of his insolent eyes and his self-indulgent mouth. Into that curious whirlpool that is the mind came now and then other visions: His mother asleep in her chair; the men in the War Department who had turned him down; a girl at home who had loved him, and made him feel desperately unhappy because he could not love her in return.
Over all the lower floor was an air of peace and comfort, the passionless atmosphere of daily life running in old and easy grooves. When Lily entered the library she closed the door behind her. She had, on turning, a swift picture of Grayson, taking up his stand in the hall, and it gave her a sense of comfort. She knew he would remain there, impassively waiting, so long as Akers was in the house.
Lily on her way home, clear once more of the poisonous atmosphere of Doyle and his associates; Akers temporarily out of the way, perhaps for long enough to let the normal influences of her home life show him to her in a real perspective; and a rather unholy but very human joy that he had given Akers a part of what was coming to him all united to cheer him.
"Do you know that that girl in the hall will be worth forty million dollars some day?" "Some money," said Akers, calmly. "Which reminds me, Jim, that I've got to have a raise. And pretty soon." "You get plenty, if you'd leave women alone." "Tell them to leave me alone, then," said Akers, stretching out his long legs. "All right. We'll talk about that, after dinner. What about this forty millions?"
Now look here, son, I don't usually talk about myself, but I'm honest. I don't say I wouldn't get off a street-car without paying my fare if the conductor didn't lift it! But I'm honest. I don't lie. I keep my word. And I live clean which you can't say for Lou Akers. Why shouldn't I run on an independent ticket? I mightn't be elected, but I'd make a damned good try."
He was on the train, having just left for New York, on business, and with less leisure would probably have overlooked the obscure item: LEGS BROKEN G. A. Minafer, an employee of the Akers Chemical Co., was run down by an automobile yesterday at the corner of Tennessee and Main and had both legs broken.
Elinor had gone out, and Akers sat down. "Well," he said, in a lowered tone. "I've written it." Doyle closed the door, and stood again with his head lowered, considering. "You'd better look over it," continued Lou. "I don't want to be jailed. You're better at skating over thin ice than I am. And I've been thinking over the Prohibition matter, Jim. In a sense you're right.
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