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Lightener's wife and daughter had openly waged society war against his wife in behalf of his son's wife.... But Mr. Foote was not the man to throw away an enormous and profitable business because of a personal grudge. Lightener paused for no preliminaries. "Foote," he said, "I want ten thousand engines complete. You can make 'em.
Not that the granite was there. She was not beautiful, not even pretty but you liked her looks. Bonbright liked her looks. At table Bonbright was seated facing Hilda Lightener. His father at once took charge of the conversation, giving the boy a breathing space to collect and appraise his impressions. Presently Mr. Foote said, impressively: "This is an important day in our family, Lightener.
That sort of thing." "I don't believe," said Bonbright, with utter honesty, "that I ever gave the workingman a thought till to-day.... That's why it hit me so hard, probably." "It hit you, eh?" said Lightener. He lifted his hand abruptly to motion to silence Mr. Foote, who seemed about to interrupt. "Leave the boy alone, Foote.... This is interesting.
"I was going back because it seemed as if I HAD to go back. You understand? As if there was something that compelled me to stick by the Family...." "How long have you been going to marry this girl?" "She said she would marry me to-night." "Engaged to-night and you're going to marry to-morrow?" "Yes....And I went home to tell father. Mother was there " Lightener sucked in his breath.
After Malcolm Lightener left the room he had sat for a time staring at the door. He did not feel well. He was troubled. None but himself knew how deep was his disappointment, his bitterness, because of his son's failure to stand true to his type.
I wanted you to know on account of your smile. I didn't want you to think I did it willingly.... And sometimes it isn't easy to get another position so so I went to see a man, Malcolm Lightener, and told him about you. He manufactures automobiles and he's he's a better kind of man to work for than we were. If you are willing you can go there in the morning."
"Yes, sir." The girl at the switchboard called Mr. Foote and informed him. "He says to step right in, sir," she said, and before she was done speaking Lightener was on his way down the corridor. Mr. Foote sat coldly behind his desk. He held no kindness for Malcolm Lightener, for Lightener had befriended Bonbright in his recalcitrancy. Lightener had made it possible for the boy to defy his father.
When Malcolm Lightener dictated a letter he did it as though he were making a public speech, with emphasis and gesture. "There," he said, "read it back to me." She did, her voice unsteady. "Spell isosceles," he demanded. She managed the feat accurately. "Uh!... That usually gets 'em.... Needn't transcribe that letter. Like it here?" "Yes, sir." "Why?" She looked up at him, considering the matter.
She is only sorrowing now for the past; you will teach her, I know, to hope for the future. 'Yes, even while we sorrow, we must hope; hope is the great lightener of all trouble. Come, cheer up, my child, said Aunt Mary; 'I have some pleasant news for you to-day.
Rangar retired to do so, and returned presently to report that Bonbright and a young lady had dined there, but had not been seen after they left the table. Nobody could say when they went away from the club. "Call Malcolm Lightener at his office. Once the boy stayed at his house." Rangar made the call, and, not able to repress the malice that was in him, went some steps beyond his directions. Mr.
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