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Updated: May 25, 2025
She has sweet manners. She's brighter than two-thirds of us. She'll fit in all right. Don't you worry about her." "Young man," growled Lightener, "why couldn't you have fallen in love with my daughter and saved all this fracas?" Bonbright was embarrassed, but Hilda came to his rescue. "Because I didn't want him to," she said. "You wouldn't have MADE me marry him, would you?"
To Hilda Lightener he was presented last. He had expected, hoped, to be unfavorably impressed; he had known he would be ill at ease, and that any attempts he made at conversation would be stiff and stilted. ... It was some moments after his presentation when he realized he felt none of these unpleasant things.
Malcolm Lightener did not content himself with telephoning. He came in person to say his say to Bonbright, and he said it with point and emphasis. "I thought I taught you some sense in my shop," he said, as he burst into Bonbright's office. "What's this I hear now? What idiocy are you up to? Is this infernal newspaper story true?" "Substantially," said Bonbright. "You're crazy.
Like everybody's looks who works here, or I wouldn't have 'em.... You're all right, I'll bet a dollar all RIGHT.... You know young Foote got you your job here?" He saw the sudden intake of her breath as Bonbright's name was mentioned. "Yes," she said, faintly. "What about him?... Know him well? "I I know him quite well, Mr. Lightener. Yes, I like him." "Trust him?"
What do YOU know about it? Come in and shut the door. Come over here where I can look at you. What's the matter? Ill? If you're sick what are you doing here? Home's the place for you." "I'm not ill, Mr. Lightener." "Huh!... I liked your looks like 'em yet.
He laid his head against the chute and shut his eyes.... Presently he staggered to his feet and walked blindly to the stairway. At the bottom stood Malcolm Lightener, not there by accident, but with design to test Bonbright's metal to the utmost. He placed himself there for Bonbright to see, to give Bonbright opportunity to beg off, to SQUEAL.
He had decided that Bonbright's affairs stood in need of woman's counsel. Mrs. Lightener appeared first. "Why, Bonbright!" she exclaimed. "Where's Hilda?" asked Lightener. "Need her, too." "She's coming, dear," said Mrs. Lightener. There are people whose mere presence brings relief.
The only solution for the present was to find some one to make engines to his specifications, and he turned to Bonbright Foote, Incorporated. Whatever might be said of the Foote methods, their antiquity, their lack of modern efficiency, they turned out work whose quality none might challenge and Malcolm Lightener looked first to quality.
He held his head erect proudly.... Then he sighed, relaxed into his chair, and lay across his desk, one arm outstretched, the other protecting his face.... The telephone on Malcolm Lightener's desk rang. "Hello!" said Lightener. "What is it? Who?... Yes, he's right here." He looked up to Bonbright. "Somebody wants to speak to you." Bonbright stepped to the instrument.
"Most young spriggins I take into MY business," said Lightener, "think a whole day's experience equips them to take hold and make the whole thing over.... They can show me where I'm all wrong." Bonbright smiled, not happily. He was not accustomed to this sort of humor, and did not know how to respond to it. "It was so big," he said.
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