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Roberts has never found it convenient to do so before, there were reasons why he thought it would be well to have a clerk within call; so Mr. Colson boards with what was the junior partner of the firm. He is so no more, by the way, for Mr. Ried has been received as a member, and is decidedly a junior partner. Probably Mr.
Roberts remarked one evening to young Ried that she wished she knew a way to induce Dirk Colson to take his sister, without actually asking him to do so. She fancied that, besides the advantage which might possibly directly follow an evening spent in that way, it would suggest new thoughts to the brother. The young man caught at the suggestion, and wanted to help carry it out.
Roberts had been at work hunting diamonds for His diadem. As Mr. Colson stood there chatting freely with Miss Henderson, there was nothing about the association that looked incongruous, neither did it occur to any. There was not a trace of embarrassment about this boy from the slums; he had forgotten the slums, and stood talking with one of the aristocrats of the city.
"Can she mean black Dirk, do you suppose?" questioned the elder, looking hard at his associate. Then came the sweet voice of the visitor. "Oh, no; he is not a colored gentleman. His name is Colson, Mr. Derrick Colson." "That is the one," said the gentleman, quickly. Should he laugh or be annoyed? It took but a moment after that to summon "Mr. Derrick Colson."
Everett was no more familiar with the type-writer than was Dirk Colson, and was just as eager to know about it. Also everybody, apparently, felt an equally strong desire to write his name on the marvellous little creature, and each in turn sat down before it and moved his awkward hands with nearly equal slowness over the keys, picking out the magic letters.
Yet the fair lily did its work well during that long walk from East Fifty-fifth Street to the shadow of the alley. It made Dirk Colson tell it fiercely that he hated himself; that he was a brute and a loafer, a blot on the earth, and ought not to live. Why didn't he go to work? Why didn't he have things to bring home to Mart every little while, as Mark Calkins did to Sallie?
Roberts could have clapped her hands; but she did not. Instead she said, sweetly: "I am very glad that Mr. Colson is in the employ of a Christian gentleman. He is greatly in need of help from all Christian sources, and I am sure there is that in him which will respond to judicious effort." Then she let the bewildered man attend her to her carriage, and went her way rejoicing.
He started quickly forward; there was but one person who ever said "Mr. Colson," and besides, that voice belonged only to one. "I want your sister to go home with me. It is raining so hard that she ought not to walk, and I should like very much to have her stay with me to-night. Won't you ask her to, please?" If Mrs.
There was such intense and genuine admiration in the girl's voice for the vision of loveliness before her that Dr. Everett could not help smiling. "It doesn't seem unlikely," said he, with significance; and added: "Who is this Dirk Colson, who seems to be an object of interest?"
"After all," said Nimble Dick, breaking a silence with speech, as though the subject of which he spoke had been under discussion among them, "after all, it was rather sneaking to bolt and say nothing; I kind of wish we hadn't done it." "That's what I told you all along," said Dirk Colson, with even unusual sullenness, "but you would go and do it, and we was fools enough to follow you."
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