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Radbourne was not asleep, though the lids drooped over the poor sightless eyes. She was listening. But not to the music or jests. And she was seeing, through a sense that only blind people have. When Jonathan came back from his walk with his guests to the trolley, she was waiting for him. He began to pace back and forth across the room. She listened closely to the quick staccato tread.
They're good for their turn, but we need a new man to help out. And he must be a crackerjack if we're to get back to the lead." "Where on earth can I find such a pitcher?" I shouted, almost distracted. "Well, that's up to you," replied Radbourne. Up to me it certainly was, and I cudgeled my brains for inspiration.
"This," he announced, "is a great pleasure." David took the hand and murmured something polite. Blaisdell chatted briskly for a few minutes, then departed. Radbourne turned to his draftsman-to-be. "Perhaps Mr. Blaisdell has told you we are needing a man here. Do you think, now you've had a look at us, you would care to come and help us?"
To give her time to recover, he went on, "There's a good deal of that around here, isn't there? Tell me something about Mr. Radbourne. You've been here some time, I believe." "Two years. He's the best and kindest " She entered, eager to cover up her late awkwardness, upon a glowing history of their employer's multifarious kindness.
"May I take to-morrow off? There is a matter I must attend to at once. I can be back by day after to-morrow." "Certainly," said Jonathan, without looking up. "Thank you." David hesitated. "Mr. Radbourne, do you know anything definite of the situation at St. Mark's?" "Nothing definite." "Do you think there's any chance for me at all?" "The committee will decide this week.
David went away from Jonathan Radbourne, the comic valentine; and the heartache, for some reason, was a little eased, courage a little stiffened. "After all," he kept saying to himself, "it's only a gift to Shirley and the baby. And I'm glad to give it to them they're worth anything. It's a debt, too. I owe them everything I can give.
For some occult reason he scarcely spoke to me. Nan flirted worse than ever. It seemed to me she flaunted her conquest of Henderson in poor Whit's face. The Providence ball team came to town and promptly signed Henderson and announced him for Saturday's game. Cairns won the first of the series and Radbourne lost the second.
A touch on his arm interrupted it seems there was something to interrupt. "Have I taken a liberty? I called you David." David turned the remnant of the friendly smile upon Jonathan Radbourne. "Of course not. I hope you will do that again." Jonathan beamed. "Thank you. And now, shall we start?" An hour later they were bowling swiftly along, up hill and down dale, over a smooth country road.
And the slate-gray eyes, as they rested on the little man, were very gentle. . . . . A unwonted excitement pervaded the offices of Radbourne & Company on that Saturday morning, radiated no doubt from the head of the concern himself. He flitted about restlessly, tugged at his whiskers continually, and his voice, as he rattled off his correspondence to Miss Brown, had a happy boyish lilt.
"I'll match your figures, Radbourne. But, for heaven's sake, don't raise me again!" "What I'd like to know," said Jim, when Jonathan was gone, "is, why we are going to the poorhouse for Davy Quentin?" "First," said his wife, "because we know Davy will do work that is worth while and because he is Davy. Second, because it is good for us to give a little out of our much."
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