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Updated: September 6, 2025
Bonbright went up to his office, where he stood at the window, looking down upon the thickening stream of men as the minute for the starting whistle approached.... So he was of some importance, in the eyes of the workingmen, at least! They saw hope in his friendship. ... He shrugged his shoulders. What could his friendship do for them? He was impotent to help or harm.
If Bonbright had been interested in any phase of his father's business it had been in the machine shops. Now he saw how costly were those antique processes, how wasteful of time and labor. His father's profits were large; Bonbright saw very quickly how a revolution in methods would make them enormous. But he knew that revolution would not take place the Ancestors forbade....
She devoted herself wholly to that love which had been discovered just too late which was not the wise nor the healthful thing to do, as any physician could have informed her. For a few days after the commencement of his reign Bonbright remained quiescent. It was not through uncertainty, nor because he did not know what he was going to do.
He did not look at Dulac, but stood looking at her for a moment steadily, almost with grave inquiry.... She looked from him to Dulac. Subconsciously she compared them.... Bonbright did not speak again, but turned slowly and walked steadily out of the room.... Ruth heard the outer door close behind him and knew he was gone.... Gone! Dulac laughed shortly. "That settled HIM," he said.
"And I tell you," said the man, suddenly dropping his grin, "to beat it while you're able." Youthful rage sent its instant heat through Bonbright.
This street was blocked by excited, restless, crowding, jeering men, but Bonbright wormed his way through and climbed upon a porch from which he could see over the heads of the foremost to where a line of police and the front rank of strikers faced each other across a vacant space of pavement, the square at the intersection of the streets.
I have my own rights in this matter, and, Family or no Family, Bonbright, that girl shall never be received where I am received.... NEVER." Mr. Foote walked to the window and looked out. He saw his son's tall form pass down the walk and out into the street going he did not know where; to return he did not know when. He felt an ache in his heart such as he had never felt before.
"Right?... The men will think I was among them last night as a spy!... They'll despise me.... They'll think I wasn't honest with them." Bonbright Foote VI shrugged his shoulders. "Loyalty to your family," he said, "and to your order is rather more important than retaining the good will of a mob of malcontents."
My son entered the business this morning." Lightener turned his massive, immobile face toward the boy, his expression not inviting, yet the seeing might have marked the ghost of a twinkle in his gray eyes. "Um.... Any corrections, amendments, or substitutions to offer?" he demanded. Bonbright looked at him, obviously not comprehending the sarcasm.
He would go there every day; he would seek other opportunities of contact.... Now that he felt the genuine, sympathetic hunger for an understanding of them and their problems, he would not rest until it was his.... Bonbright found himself a layman in a department of specialists.
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