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"That's a pleasant way of putting it," said David a bit grimly. "I'm needing a job badly. If you think you aren't afraid to try me " Radbourne smiled protestingly. "If you knew all Mr. Blaisdell has said of you, you wouldn't say that. You have warm friends, Mr. Quentin, if he is a sample." "Did he tell you I've failed in the only thing I ever tried?"
The last song, to which Jonathan improvised an obbligato, ended the music. Esther for that was her name pointed in dismay, toward the clock and the sleeping hostess. "Thank you," said David from his heart. He was thanking them for more than the music. Mrs. Radbourne stirred, yawning daintily. "Are you stopping so soon? My dear, you sang very prettily. Jonathan, you surpassed yourself.
How pitifully poor, despite all his late philosophizing, that reason sounded! "Mr. Radbourne, let us drop the subject." But the shining-eyed Jonathan would not drop it. "I think I can understand," he said gently. "Because it seemed the best thing for others, you gave up the work you wanted to do and were fitted to do.
Jim discoursed of the judge before whom the prisoner was being led. "Odd fish, this Radbourne. Dinky little man. With whiskers. You're apt to think he's a fool at first. But that's a mistake. He isn't at all I'd hate to lose his account. He makes machines in a small way, but very well and quite profitably. His father made a reputation for turning out high-class work and the son keeps it up.
"Woman," he cried, "would you rob me? I'm no Standard Oil." "It's the least I can possibly consider," she answered him firmly. "You can't expect to play good fairy without paying for the privilege. Now, Mr. Radbourne, what will you do?" Jonathan, too, took out an envelope, wrote slowly a row of figures, scratched it out, wrote another and handed it doubtfully to Mrs. Jim.
And she mothered him, that dinky, absurd little man, and he bowed his head on her knee. Radbourne & Company was in a daze. And no wonder! For a week the "little boss" had not once beamed, the spirited hop had gone out of his walk, a new querulous note had come into his voice.
"It is only the reaction from yesterday. The ride home in the car is all I need. Good night, Mr. Radbourne." "You are quite sure " "Oh, yes. Quite all right, Mr. Radbourne." "Good night, Miss Summers." And when she was gone, he sat down and took a small mirror from a drawer and looked long and sadly at what it recorded. Suddenly he dropped the mirror and bowed his head on the desk. "Esther!"
It was even good to be with that odd fish Jonathan Radbourne, for whose company, in a more fortunate case, he would have had no desire. He was glad Radbourne had arranged this little party. They came, at the end of a long climb, to a ridge lifted high above those they had crossed. On its crest, at a word from Radbourne, the chauffeur brought his machine to a stop.
"And I hope you will like the work, though it may not be very big at first. I understand how important that is to a man." Radbourne nodded gravely. "But I have a theory that if he puts his heart into his work he is bound to get a good deal of happiness out of it. Don't you think so?" "I'll try to remember that. When do you want me to come?" "Could you make it next Monday?" "I will be here then."
Particularly in the Largo. I remember Ole Bull, in 'sixty-seven. . . ." When that anecdote was concluded, the guests rose to leave. Because it was very late, Mrs. Radbourne prevailed upon Esther to stay overnight. David would not be persuaded. So they gathered around him at the door. And, having shaken hands, he said again: "Thank you. And I should like to say "
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