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"That's just what I tell the boys when they say you're playin' poltix with the little dominie. And that," said he, briskly, "is just why I'm for the reformatory, in spite of Rev. Dayne's little games." "You're for it! You said just now that you were opposed to it." "Not to the reformatory, Mr. West. Not at all. I'm only opposed to spending a hundred thousand dollars for it in a poverty year."
Chas was tipping away from her down the well of the stairs. And she and the clergyman were walking up the corridor, his hand at her elbow, to the door with the white letters on it. As Mr. Dayne's hand touched the knob, she spoke again, very low. "Is he.... Is he much ...?" "No," said Mr. Dayne, "the injuries were internal. There's hardly a mark...." So, opening the door softly, he left her.
Dayne's high-backed swivel-chair, which, when she leaned back, let her neat-shod little feet swing clear of the floor. The chair was a happy thought; it steadied her; so did his unexampled solicitousness, which showed, she thought, that her emotion had not escaped him. "I have decided that I would take it," said she, "with a a sort of condition." Sitting in the chair placed for Mr.
Dayne's blotting-pad, and allowed the silence to enfold them once more. "Your foundation," he went on, with still further loss of motive power, "would gain nothing by bearing the name of my father. He was not worthy.... No one knows that better than you. Will you tell me what impulse put it into your mind to to do this?" "I had many reasons," said she, speaking with some difficulty.
And Jeannette told him the news of Delafield. How Joe Carbrook and Marcia Dayne's wedding had been the most wonderful wedding ever seen in Delafield, with the town as proud of its one-time scapegrace as it was of the beautiful bride. How brother Marty had been finding many excuses of late for driving up from his circuit, and how he managed to see Alma Wetherell a good deal.
Dayne's callers, the young man showed instant signs of disapprobation. "No, no! You are big enough to accept your own without conditions." "Oh you won't argue with me about that, will you? Perhaps it is unreasonable, but I could never be satisfied to take it and spend it for myself. I could never have any pleasure in it never feel that it was really mine.
Neal let his eyes fall to the table-top and indulged in a slow smile, which he appeared to be struggling courteously, but without hope, to suppress. "O' course you got a right to your opinion, Mr. West." A brief silence ensued, during which a tiny imp of memory whispered into West's ear that Miss Weyland herself had commented on the Rev. Mr. Dayne's marvelous gifts as a lobbyist.
Dayne's Settlement House Foundation. Carlisle thought these developments odd enough, and indifferently pictured her mother's dismay, if suddenly informed whose cause it was she was so enthusiastically pitching in to help. For it seemed that she alone knew that the Settlement everybody was talking about was not Mr. Dayne's at all, but Dr. Vivian's, who wished his gift to be kept a secret.
The man himself could see no point in it all except that gents had him in charge; a threatening predicament. But Mr. Dayne's gentle suasion prevailed. Out, gradually, came the little story which he was to tell sometimes in after years, and think about oftener.... Mister was bringing back Doctor's things because he had never felt right about taking them.
Pond, whom no one could have taken for a sentimentalist, made no comment whatever. Presently he felt Mr. Dayne's eye upon him. "Well, would it work out, do you think?" The Director shook his head slightly, disclaiming authority. But after a time he said: "Not as long as men'll try it only once every two thousand years." The parson's eyes dreamed off. "He believed in miracles.
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