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Having a pretty good knowledge of Starr's general opinions and prejudices, the cashier had squared himself to meet things as they came along. Once or twice Starr gave the young man an opportunity to come across with explanations or defense. Vaniman kept silent. The cashier explained his sentiments to Vona. "It's mighty little ammunition I've got, dear!
He knew his Egypt all too well short as his stay had been! A call on a young woman by a young man was always construed by gossip as a process of courtship and until that day Frank had been keeping his feelings hidden even from Vona herself.
Vona presented him, recovering her composure by the aid of Frank's steadiness. "How-de-do!" said Mr. Harnden, stiffly. He did not ask the caller to be seated. Vona gave the invitation. While Vaniman hesitated, the master of the household had a word to say, putting on his best business air.
It was the picture of a girl, a full-length view of a mighty pretty girl whose smiling face was backed by an open sunshade. She was in white garb and wore no hat. "Vona," said Mr. Britt, talking out as if the sound of his voice fortified his faith, "you're going to see this thing in the right way, give you time. I'm starting late but I'm blasted wide awake from now on.
"A man has got to have a happy home before his mind is free for big plans." "My experience exactly!" stated Mr. Harnden, graciously indicating with a wave of the hand the happy home which he rarely graced. "And knowing what I do about the help a good home gives an enterprising man, you've got my full co-operation in your efforts, Tasper." They heard the hall door open. "It's Vona," announced Mrs.
"I found the outside door open," said Dorsey, raucously hoarse. "I came in, and all was just as you see it." "But you said that he that Frank " Vona pressed her hands against her throat; she could not voice the terrible announcement that Dorsey had made. "Well, if it ain't that, what else is it?" insisted the watchman.
Then he began on the ledgers, assuring Vona with ponderous gallantry that he wouldn't get in her way; he averred that he had a comparison system of his own, and showed the pride of "the new broom." After a time it was apparent that Mr. Starr was having trouble. He added columns of figures over again and scowled; his system was plainly trigged.
She had insisted on displaying herself as his champion; obeying her, he walked in her company to and from the bank with more or less regularity. His spirit of chivalry made the snubs harder to endure when she was obliged to share them in his company. But Vona staunchly refused to be a party to such deception.
Then he and Starr took the unconscious cashier by shoulders and heels and carried him to the private office. Britt's office conveniences did not include a couch; the men propped Vaniman in the desk chair and Vona crouched beside him and took his head on her shoulder. There were no visible marks of injury. He gave off the scent of chloroform.
He avoided any meeting with Britt. That was easy, because Britt swung with pendulum regularity between house and tavern, tavern and office. There were days when Vaniman was so thoroughly disheartened that he pleaded with Vona to make a show of breaking off their friendship.
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