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Properly, the second line should have been: By Bobby Bunkum; but I suppose his ideas ran low, when he reached that point." "I say, Arlt," Bobby suggested; "why don't you write a series of articles on How to Get on in the World?" "They would only take one line: Know Miss Gannion and Miss Van Osdel," Arlt retorted, with unwonted quickness. Bobby shook his head. "No go, Arlt.
All at once, he realized that Margaret Gannion included among her friends Beatrix Dane, and that it was Margaret Gannion's habit to fight for her friends. "I had hoped you would understand without my putting it into so many words. Lorimer has been my friend for years, and it seems rather beastly to begin talking him over; but " "But?" Miss Gannion's tone was as hard and ringing as steel.
"But I couldn't. I did try, try my best. But it was no use. And yet, he did love me, just as I did love him." "Did love?" Miss Gannion questioned, for Beatrix had paused, as if challenging her. "Yes, did love. My love is dead, Miss Gannion." "But it may come back." "Never. It never can. He has killed it utterly. I am sorry.
His words were more true than he realized. When, after a half-hour of uncomfortable, disjointed talk, he said good-night and went away, he found Lorimer waiting for him in his own rooms. Thayer's greeting was curt, for he was still smarting from the memory of his talk with Miss Gannion.
To be sure, it gives me extra good purchase on the devil, as my present desk is just in his pathway to the Chief, and I can smite him as he goes by." "Does he turn the other cheek?" Sally queried. "One lump, Miss Gannion. I am still keeping up my Lenten penance, for I acquired the taste for it, and I can't bring myself back to the old extravagant ways.
Miss Gannion, do you honestly think it worth the while?" "No; I do not," she said reluctantly. "Then why the deuce do you argue for it?" he asked, with a recurrence of his former temper. "I beg your pardon, Miss Gannion; but this maddens me, and I came here to have you help me find a way out. Instead, you are in favor of Beatrix's signing her own death warrant." "No," she said slowly.
Arlt dropped in at Thayer's rooms, the next afternoon, and sat looking on while his friend put himself into his evening clothes, preparatory to dining with Miss Gannion. "I walked up here with Mr. Dane," he observed, after a thoughtful interval. "What an American he is!" "American?" "Yes. No other country but yours can produce such people. France tries it, and fails.
"The patterns never fit, and it is more work to bring them into the shape of any human being than it is to start out with a free hand, in the first place." But Miss Gannion challenged her. "Sally, did you ever make a gown?" "Never; but that doesn't prevent my having theories," Sally replied airily. "And I have had practice.
His steady eyes met hers without wavering. "I don't quite understand what you mean by the question." Miss Gannion varied the form of her words. "Did you think she looked well?" "Very." "And yet, I don't think Beatrix is happy," Miss Gannion said, half to herself. "Why not?" "How can she be? Beatrix is not dense. She thinks things, and she must know the uncertainty of the future."
At least, though, she ought to have the right to choose for herself." Once more Miss Gannion mastered herself. "I am not sure. You make the alternatives certain ruin and possible salvation. I should cling to the chance." "And take the responsibility of silence?" "It is a responsibility; but I should assume it for the present. What we should say to her could never be unsaid.
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