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All he knew was that she was more like the Lily Cardew he had known then than she had been since her return. And that he worshiped her. But there was anger in him, too. Anger at Anthony Cardew. Anger at the Doyles. And a smoldering, bitter anger at Louis Akers, that he should take the dregs of his life and offer them to her as new wine.
He delayed not long with these, but turned to the index where the names of the five hundred Most Prominent Citizens and Families in the History of the City were arranged in alphabetical order, and ran his finger down the column of A's: Abbett Abbott Abrams Adam Adams Adler Akers Albertsmeyer Alexander Allen Ambrose Ambuhl Anderson Andrews Appenbasch Archer Arszman Ashcraft Austin Avey
"Sure you have," he agreed affably. "But playing around with Louis Akers is like playing with a hand-grenade, Edith." She said nothing. "I'd cut him out, little girl. He's poor stuff. Mind, I'm not saying he's a fool, but he's a bad actor. Now if I was a pretty girl, and there was a nice fellow around like this Cameron, I'd be likely to think he was all right. He's got brains." Mr.
Ross started, then grinned. "You're wrong," he said. "He won't try it. But of course he may, and we'll see that he doesn't get away with it." From that time on Louis Akers was under espionage. DOCTOR Smalley was by way of achieving a practice.
Then when he had secured a hateful total he would go to her father, and together they would send her away somewhere. Away from Louis Akers. If he was watching her mail too he would know that Louis was in love with her. They would rake up all the things that belonged in the past he was done with, and recite them to her. As though they mattered now! She went to the window and looked out.
Dan had joined. On the day that Lily received her engagement ring from Louis Akers, one of the cards of the new Vigilance Committee was being inspected with cynical amusement by two clerks in a certain suite of offices in the Searing Building. They studied it with interest, while the man who had brought it stood by. "Where'd you pick it up, Cusick?" "One of our men brought it into the store.
At half past ten that night Louis Akers went back to his rooms. The telephone girl watched him sharply as he entered. "There's a lady waiting for you, Mr. Akers." He swung toward her eagerly. "A lady? Did she give any name?" "No. Sam let her in and took her up. He said he thought you wouldn't mind. She'd been here before." The thought of Edith never entered Akers' head.
"And to govern this city, who do you think the labor element is going to put up and probably elect? We're an industrial city, son, with a big labor vote, and if it stands together they're being swindled into putting up as an honest candidate one of the dirtiest radicals in the country. That man Akers." He got up and closed the door. "I don't want Edith to hear me," he said. "He's a friend of hers.
That's all newspaper talk and water-front gossip." "I ain't so doggone sure about that, cap'n bein' gossip. Of course, I don't suspect nothin' like that aboard here, but from what Chips Akers told me before he died, after the loss of the Southern Cross, I'm not so sure this devil's-admiral talk is all folderol.
She went up the steps, leaving him bare-headed and rather haggard, looking after her. He took the dog and went out into the country on foot, tramping through the mud without noticing it, and now and then making little despairing gestures. He was helpless. He had cut himself off from her like a fool. Akers. Akers and Edith Boyd. Other women. Akers and other women. And now Lily. Good God, Lily!
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