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Updated: June 19, 2025
It was a mild, windless night near the end of February, foreshadowing the early spring already nearly due. He had no umbrella, or wish for one: the cool rain in his face was a refreshment and a vivifier. So the worst had come to the worst, and he had been living for nearly a year on Sharlee Weyland's money, stolen from her by her father's false friend.
"A glass of water, please." "Oh! Certainly." Sharlee poured a glass from the battered silver pitcher on the side-table the one that the Yankees threw out of the window in May, 1862 and duly placed it. Mr. Queed was oblivious to the little courtesy. By this time he had propped his book open against the plate of rolls and was reading it between cuts on the steak.
I'm so glad to see you." They kissed tenderly. "Oh, Aunt Jennie, tell me! Is he this man you telephoned me about is he a little, small, dried young man, with spectacles and a brown derby, and needing a hair-cut, and the gravest, drollest manner in the world? Tell me is he?" "My dear, you have described him to the life. Where did you see him?" Sharlee collapsed upon the bed.
Hence, when she had seen West with Sharlee Weyland, and in particular on the last two or three times she had seen West with Sharlee Weyland, she had watched his manner toward that lady with profound misgivings, of the sort which starts every true woman to fighting for her own.
"Yes you DO!" said Fifi, with surprising emphasis for so weak a little voice. "You need first a good girl friend, one lots older and better than me one just like Sharlee. O if only you and she would be friends! she'd be the very best in the world! And then you need men friends, plenty of them, and to go around with them, and everything. You ought to like men more, Mr. Queed!
"In the meantime the experiment will have done a great deal for a certain number of poor boys unfortunates on your doorstep...." "That," he said shortly, "is as it may be. But " "Mr. Queed," said Sharlee, "why are you honest in every way but one? Why won't you admit that you have thought of this school because you would like to do something to help in the life of this town?"
I have none to give to a wild-goose chase such as that, on the mere chance that, if found, he would agree to pay my board for the future." If he had been less in earnest he would have been grotesque. As it was, Sharlee was by no means sure that he escaped it; and she could not keep a controversial note out of her voice as she said:
But some hovering imp of darkness instantly popped it into his head to ask: "Have you seen Queed?" "No," said Sharlee, colorlessly. "Not since " "You didn't know, then, that he has left the Post?" "Left the Post!" she echoed, with a face suddenly rigid. "No! Did he? Won't you tell me ?" West looked unhappily at the floor. "Well I'd much rather not go into this now.
"Why, do you suppose we'd work to-day!" said Sharlee, and introduced him to her mother, who, having attentively overheard his story of Tim and the bacon, proceeded to look him over with some care. Sharlee left them for a moment, and came back bearing a flag about the size of a man's visiting card. "You are one of us, aren't you? I have brought you," she said, "your colors."
Was not that a criminal price to pay for getting a reformatory institution two years before the people were ready to pay for it? There was the whole question in a nutshell. The one unpleasant aspect of this view was Sharlee Weyland, the dearest girl in the world. She would be much disappointed, and, for the first moment, would possibly be somewhat piqued with him personally.
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