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Lichonin, I, Borya Sobashnikov and Pavlov as jurists, Petrovsky and Tolpygin as medicos. True, Veltman has a distinct specialty mathematics. But then, he will be a pedagogue, a guide of youth, and, deuce take it, even a father! And if you are going to scare with a bugaboo, it is best to look upon it one's self first.
Perhaps I could make suggestions sometimes." She rose, thanking him, and Hal held open the door for her. Once again he felt, with a strange sensation, her eyes take hold on his as she passed him. "Pretty kid," observed Ellis. "Veltman is crazy about her, they say." "Good kid, too," added Dr. Surtaine, emphasizing the adjective. "You might tell Veltman that, whoever he is."
I read 'em myself. They've got the go, the pep. They're different. But, Milly, I didn't even know you could write." "Neither did I," said the girl staidly, "till I got to putting down some of the things I heard the girls say, and stringing them together with nonsense of my own. One evening I showed some of it to Mr. Veltman, and he took it here and had it printed." "I was going to suggest, Mr.
Hal set out for home, ready now for a few hours' sleep. At a blind corner he all but collided with a man and a woman, walking at high speed. The woman half turned, flinging him a quick and silvery "Good-evening." It was Milly Neal. The man with her was Max Veltman. Worthington began to find the "Clarion" amusing. It blared a new note.
"I should think not, indeed!" retorted Hal angrily. "That's my shame. I ought to have seen that published if I had to set it up myself." "Perhaps you're not aware, Veltman, that I know your part in the Neal affair." "I'd have confessed to you, if you hadn't. But do you know your own? Yours and your father's?" "Keep my father out of this!" "Your own, then.
"I'll go after him and see that he marries you if it takes " "Oh, he'd be only too glad to marry me if he could. He can't. Poor Max has got a wife somewhere " "Max? It's Veltman!" cried Hal. "The dirty scoundrel." "Oh, don't blame Max," said the girl wearily. "It isn't his fault. After you threw me down" Hal winced "I started to run wild. It's the Hardscrabbler in me.
Veltman, moving forward upon the unprotected south end of the press, was fumbling at his pocket. "I'll fix your free and enlightened press," he screamed. Dr. Elliot turned on Hal with an imperative question. "Is it true, do you think? Will he do it? Quick!" "Crazy," said Hal. "God forgive me!" prayed the ex-navy man as his arm whipped up. There were two quick reports.
It would come with more force from you." Hal whirled in his chair. "Mac, what's the matter with you?" "Nothing. I was just thinking of 'Kitty the Cutie." "What were you thinking of her?" "Only that Max Veltman would have gone through hell-fire for her. And, from his looks, he's been through and had the heart burned out of him." With that he resumed his proof-reading in a dogged silence.
Surtaine is the new owner of the 'Clarion," explained Ellis. "In that case, of course," said Veltman quietly. "Good-night, gentlemen." "Good-looking chap," remarked Hal. "But what a curious expression." "Veltman's a thinker and a crank," said Ellis. "If he had a little more balance he'd make his mark. But he's a sort of melancholiac.
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