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But she stopped short at the threshold, for there, just within the rich folds of the hanging barrier, apparently searching for some particular book among the shelves nearest the parlor and farthest from the library lights, and humming musically to himself as he did so, was Cary's tutor. "I did not know you were here, Mr. Elmendorf," said Miss Allison, coldly.
The other papers, like Elmendorf, probably reasoned that if the officer wasn't the blackguard they had striven to make him appear, he might as well have been. These are specimens of experiences too well known to all concerned.
Elmendorf nodded sapiently. Then Miss Allison turned around. "What's her name? Who is she?" "Her name is Wallen. She is employed at the Lambert Library." "Oh, indeed!" exclaimed Miss Allison, in quick and lively interest. "I've heard Mr. Forrest speak of her. I do wish we could see her again." Whereupon Mrs. Lawrence and Mr. Elmendorf exchanged glances of commiseration.
By J. J. ELMENDORF, L.L. D. G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York. "Modern Materialism; its Attitude Toward Theology." By J. MARTINEAU, L.L. D. The same. By O. B. FROTHINGHAM. The same. "An Alphabet in Finance." By G. MCADAM. The same. "Roddy's Ideal." By HELEN K. JOHNSON. The same. "History of French Literature." By HENRI VAN LAREN. The same. "Lectures on the History of Preaching."
Now, these gentlemen, as a rule, are shrewd judges of human nature and quick to determine between the gold and the glitter, between the actual possessor of important news and the mere pretender; but there was another period of a month or six weeks in which Elmendorf was sought and followed almost as eagerly as the adjutant-general himself.
"And do you mean that Florence has been discussed there, among all those men, those officers?" interrupted Mrs. Lawrence, with justifiable wrath. Elmendorf shrugged his shoulders. "Of course I ought not to betray my hosts or give away their secrets, but do you suppose that there, any more than among the loungers of the clubs, a woman's name is never discussed?"
Miss Wallen, bending over her task at the Lambert Library, mutely avoided, and Wells openly scowled at, Elmendorf whenever he sauntered into the rooms where once he was welcome. So again he took an interest in Mart and his meanderings.
He could hold his peace and position at home, give renewed attention to those grander projects for the elevation of the down-trodden and the down-treading of the elevated, keep out of Forrest's way, and occupy himself in the cultivation of his new acquaintance Major Cranston, in the enjoyment of the privileges accorded him in Cranston's library, and in the incidental conversion to the true political faith of those dyed-in-the-wool devotees to Cranston's service, iniquitous, feudalistic, slave-like service Elmendorf deemed it, old Sergeant McGrath, his better half, and the nephew.
Be ready, I say, for noon shall bring you tidings to make each heart bound in its seat. Be ready, a million strong if need be, to force your ultimatum down these managerial throats." Mad with excitement and nervous strain seemed Elmendorf. From point to point his cab was dashing. He had slept but such catnaps as he could catch when whirling from one part of the city to another.
He had his berth engaged in an adjoining sleeper, but spent several hours with the railway party, and on their arrival in Chicago the Allisons had insisted on his taking a seat in their carriage. Allison himself was dropped at his club, Florence in turn left Mr. Forrest at his lodgings, and then was driven home. This was actually all Elmendorf had been able to learn.
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