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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Do you respect your business, Doc?" "Do I!! It makes half a million a year clear profit." The associate editor turned to his work whistling softly. Two conspicuous ornaments of Worthington's upper world visited Worthington's underworld on a hot, misty morning of early June. Both were there on business, Dr.
They were two months finding out beyond a question of doubt that Abner Handy had accepted Mrs. Worthington's money to act against them, but when they knew this there was no hope for Handy among them. They are a quiet people, and make no noise. For a month, only Charley Hedrick and the grocers and the hardware men, with whom the farmers trade, knew the truth about Handy's standing in the county.
He was orthodox, so Deacon Ira had discovered, of good habits, and there was the princely four hundred a year almost a minister's salary! Little people guessed that there was no love-making only endless discussions of books beside the great centre chimney, and discussions of Isaac Worthington's career.
He could not, indeed, speak of Mr. Worthington's shortcomings as he understood them, but he answered Cynthia vigorously enough even if his words were not as serious as she desired. "I tell you I am old enough to judge for myself, Cynthia," said he, "and I intend to judge for myself.
I have watched the old Croesus' career for years. It's only since I got into possession of the law business of this branching-out railroad that I have been able to fathom old Worthington's designs. "He has used young Ferris for years to quietly gather in all the loose stock of his unsuspicious partners.
Knowing Jethro as she did, she felt that it would be useless, and she could not bear to make it in vain; if the memory of that evening in the tannery shed would not serve, nothing would serve. And again he had gone to avenge her. It was inevitable that she should hear tidings from the capital. Isaac Worthington's own town was ringing with it.
This story came to the office through the Young Prince, who chuckled over it during the whole hour he consumed in writing Ezra Worthington's obituary. Miss Larrabee says that the death of Ezra Worthington marks such a distinct epoch in the social life of the town that we must set down here even if the narrative of the Conklins halts for a moment how the Worthingtons rose and flourished.
Away we went, thundering along between the quivering bogs, as through a land of brown-black calves'-foot jelly. The line itself is sound, well-made and firm. I had this from Mr. Hare, engineer of the Board of Works, who said that Mr. Worthington's railways have an excellent name for solidity and thorough, conscientious work. Mr.
He did not then know the tradition of Worthington's best set, that hospitality to a stranger well vouched for should be the common concern of all. Very pleasant and warming he found this atmosphere, after his years abroad, with its happy, well-bred frankness, its open comradeship, and obvious, "first-name" intimacies.
Then came Missionary Worthington's story about Kin Thung, the boy who, with characteristic Oriental spirit, had quick murder in his heart: "It was while I was the head of the Boys' School down in Batavia, Java, that it happened. One has experiences out here in dealing with youth that he does not get at home, for it is inflammable material, explosive to the highest degree."
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