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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Mother and father seem to be going." She stood up and extended her hand. "Good night, chum," she said. To herself she was saying what she was too wise to say aloud: "Poor kid! A chum is what he needs." Bonbright's first day in the plant had carried no suggestion from his father as to what his work was actually to be.
She did not understand why she should be so lonely, nor why the expectation of Bonbright's step with quick awakening to the knowledge that no foot of his would ever sound at her door again should bring her tears.... She knew she should have been glad, relieved. With Bonbright she had lived in daily dread.
He had been an important figure under the old order; a sort of shadow behind the throne. He wondered what would happen to him now. More especially if Bonbright had a notion of some of his duties under Bonbright's father. He was not kept in suspense. "Mr. Rangar," said Bonbright, "I have been looking through the files. Some of your duties have become clear to me.
"He's taking his medicine without making a face." "What's the good, dad? It's mean.... Why don't you take him into the office?" "We have a testing department," he said. "Every scrap of metal that goes into a car is tested before we use it.... Bonbright's in the testing department." "Isn't it possible to keep on testing a piece of metal till it's all used up?" she said.
Like everybody's looks who works here, or I wouldn't have 'em.... You're all right, I'll bet a dollar all RIGHT.... You know young Foote got you your job here?" He saw the sudden intake of her breath as Bonbright's name was mentioned. "Yes," she said, faintly. "What about him?... Know him well? "I I know him quite well, Mr. Lightener. Yes, I like him." "Trust him?"
"I hoped she would- -wait the year before she went to you, but it was hers to choose. ... Now that she has chosen I want to know if it has made her happy. I want her to be happy, Dulac." Dulac came a step nearer the desk. Something in Bonbright's voice and manner compelled, if not his sympathy, at least something which resembled respect. "Do you mean you don't know where Ruth is?" he asked. "No."
Bonbright's eyes encountered his father's. They seemed to lock ... In that tense moment the boy was curiously aware how perfectly his father's physical presence stood for and expressed his theory of being. Tall, unbending, slender, aristocratic, intellectual the pose of the body, the poise of the head, even that peculiar, slanting set of the lips expressed perfectly the Bonbright Foote idea.
Vaguely he felt that fire must be fought with fire and he all unaccustomed to handling that element. But he would rise to the necessities.... He stepped into Bonbright's room, keyed up to eruption, but he did not erupt. Nobody was there to erupt AT. Bonbright was gone.... Mr. Foote went back to his desk and sat there nervously drumming on its top with his fingers. He was not himself.
The rest of that day, and of the days that followed it, Bonbright was trying to find the answer to the question, What does this mean to me? and to its companion question, What shall I do with it? One paper Richmond had left in Bonbright's hands, as Richmond's predecessors had left it in the hands of preceding Bonbright Footes.
Moody to be nothing but a waiting for the end. But she waited for the end as though the sick girl were flesh of her flesh, protesting to heaven against the imposition, ceaselessly. If Bonbright's handling of the Hammil casualty created a good impression among the men, his stand against the unions more than counterbalanced it. He was able to get no nearer to the men.
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