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Then he went into the Stedmans, and the widow and the youngest children sat round and listened open-eyed to his tale. And then came Sophie, and he had to tell it all over again. The girl's eyes opened wide with excitement when he came to the end of his recital. "Miss Wygant!" she exclaimed. "Miss Gladys Wygant?" "Yes," said Samuel. "You've heard of her?" "I've seen her!" exclaimed Sophie eagerly.
Wygant, cold and merciless and masterful that was a terrible ordeal for him. The man seemed to him like some great fortress of evil; and what could he do, save to gaze at it in impotent rage? He went home, and Sophie met him at the door. "I thought you wanted an early supper, Samuel," said she. "Why?" he asked dully. "You had something to do at the church tonight!"
She even made him tell about Manning, the stockbroker, and how the family had lost its money in the collapse of Glass Bottle Securities. And then her cousin put in a word about his adventure with "Old Stew," and Samuel had to tell that all over again, and to set forth his sociological convictions Miss Wygant and her cousin meantime exchanging glances of wonder and amusement.
Then he told of the converts he had made, and how at last he had encountered Charlie Swift. "And this man would not come into the church," he wound up, "because of the wicked people who are in it." The other had been listening with perplexed interest. "Who are these people?" he asked. "Yourself for one," said Samuel. Mr. Wygant started. "Myself!" he exclaimed. "What have I done?"
Hickman came to see you, did he deny that he had committed that crime?" "I did not ask him," replied the other. "You didn't ask him!" exclaimed the boy in dismay. "You didn't even care that much?" Again there was a pause. "I asked Mr. Wygant," said Samuel in a low voice. "And he confessed that he was guilty." "What!" cried the other. "He confessed it his whole conversation was a confession of it.
Master Albert was still a minor, and his affairs were managed by Mr. Hickman, the family lawyer, and also by his uncle, Mr. Wygant. The latter was a manufacturer and capitalist also a great scholar, so Katie said. It was he Samuel had seen that afternoon in the automobile, a tall and very proud-looking man with an iron-gray mustache.
What's the church got to do with business? Why, look there's old Wygant another of the vestrymen!" "Miss Gladys' father, you mean?" "Yes; old Lockman's brother-in-law. He's the other trustee of the estate. And do you suppose there's any rascality he doesn't know about?" "But he's a reformer!" cried the boy wildly. "Sure!" laughed Charlie.
Hickman. "It is blasphemy!" "It must stop instantly," put in Mr. Wygant. And Samuel knew that when Mr. Wygant spoke, he meant to be obeyed. "Then there is no one here who will hear me?" he exclaimed. "Mr. Hamerton, won't you help me?" "What do you want us to do?" demanded Mr. Hamerton. "I want the vestry to investigate these charges. I want you to find out whether it is true that members of St.
"For one thing," replied Samuel, "you work little children in your mill, and you named the State senator to beat the child-labor bill. And for another, you make speeches and pose as a political reformer, while you are paying money to Slattery, so that he will give you franchises." There was a silence, while Mr. Wygant got back his breath.
"And yet, I see the truth, and I have to speak it! And how can I get to a 'place' where I may?" "Really," said Mr. Wygant coldly, "you will have to solve that problem for yourself." "Apparently, I should have to take part in the scramble for money if it's only money that counts."
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