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It was finally decided that Courtland should tell Tennelly about the approaching wedding at his first opportunity.
A great loneliness possessed him when he thought of Tennelly, or when he looked forward to his future, for he truly was convinced that he never should turn to the love of woman again; and so the dreams of home and love and little children that had had their normal part in his thoughts of the future were cut out, and the days stretched forward in one long round of duty.
He fell, all right, so go get your little lid and toddle off to Sunday-school. Try to toll him into a big, stylish church. They're safest; but 'most any of 'em are cold enough to freeze the eye-teeth out of a stranger as far as my experience goes." "Well, this isn't my funeral," sulked Tennelly, going to his closet for suitable raiment.
He became silent again, and, strolling away into Stephen's room and closing the door, sat down. There was something strange about that room. The Presence seemed always to be there. It hadn't made itself felt in the church at all, as he had half hoped it would. He had taken Tennelly with him because he wanted something tangible, friendly, sane, from the world he knew, to give him ballast.
I'm going to that kid's funeral!" he said, and strode up the stairs with his arms full of books. "Good night!" said Pat, in dismay. "Morbid!" ejaculated Tennelly. "Say, Pat, I don't guess we better let him go. He'll come home 'all in' again." But when they found Bill Ward and went up to try and stop Courtland he had departed by the other door and was half-way down the campus.
He was looking at his watch and wondering if he should order supper or wait until Tennelly arrived. "Well, I can't say for sure. He's mighty uncommunicative, but he's given out he flies 'most anywhere the notion takes him. He's got his machine out in the lot back o' the inn. You oughtta see it. It's a bird!" "H'm!" said Courtland. "I must have a look at it in daylight.
Gila with eyes as wide and innocent as a baby's, cupid mouth curved sweetly in a gracious, shy smile, and dainty little prayer-book done in gray suède held devoutly in her little gloved hand. "Who's that?" growled Tennelly, admiringly, when they had passed a suitable distance. "Why, that's Bill Ward's cousin, Gila Dare," announced Courtland, graciously.
After an exceedingly good dinner at the frat. house, where Tennelly did not usually dine, and being further reinforced by one of the aforesaid fat black cigars, Uncle Ramsey leaned back in Tennelly's leather chair, and began: "Now, Thomas!" Tennelly stirred uneasily. He despised that "Thomas." His full name was Llewellyn Thomas Tennelly. At home they called him "Lew."
She was angry because the baby came at all. She resented motherhood because it put a limitation on her pleasures. My poor little girl!" Tennelly dropped upon his knees beside the baby and buried his face in its soft little neck. The baby swept its dark lashes down with the old Gila trick, and looked with a puzzled frown at the dark head so close to her face.
Couldn't we work him that way? For Court's got a great head on him, you know! I thought Gila would do the business, but if he's rung in religion on her it's all up, I'm afraid. But business is a different thing. Not even Court could mix business and religion, for they won't fit together!" "That's the trouble," said Tennelly, thoughtfully.
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