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The men stood grouped in the hallway while the women tore the wet garments from the reviving victim and prepared a warm bed for her. Elias Droom was edging towards the door, bent on escape, when the awed, chattering voice of the young fellow who had assisted in carrying her to the house arrested him.
It did not occur to him until later that the easiest and most effective way to drive Bansemer from Chicago without scandal was through Elias Droom. When the thought came to him, however, he rejoiced. The new plan was to sow the seeds of apprehension with Droom; Bansemer would not be long in reaping their harvest of dismay.
Already in Heaven the gods shun thy god: they know his doom and what is written of him: he sees oblivion before him like a mist. Thou hast aroused the hate of the mountaineers. They hate thee all along the crags of Droom. The evilness of thy days shall bring down the Zeedians on thee as the suns of springtide bring the avalanche down.
"Where from?" demanded the old clerk, the paper rattling in his fingers. "I don't know. I'm from Chicago Avenue," said the boy, with proper impudence. He took one look at Droom's face as the man handed the slip back to him and then hurried downstairs, far less impudent at heart than he had been. Droom recognised the handwriting on the envelope as James Bansemer's.
Bansemer called for the bill and settled it; then slowly rising, ostentatiously waved his adieus to the alcove and deserted the scene for Chapin & Gore's Droom meekly followed him employer. For some time, neither spoke. In their stall, each was busy with his own thoughts and speculations. "I think I've made a mess of it with Mr. Cable," began Banseemer. "She "
Bansemer would object if I sat down here for a few minutes to look over his books on Famous Crimes in History? Old Smith hasn't got 'em." "Go ahead," said Droom, taking his seat at the desk. "You are a great reader, I perceive. A literary person like you ought to live in Boston. Everybody reads in Boston." "Boston?" sniffed Eddie, pulling a book from the shelf.
The revelation of Droom, the theatric scenes in the cafe, the crushing of the small hope she had cherished, all conspired in this secure moment to waken her into a realisation of what an overbalancing power love is.
The unexpected arrival of his son and party had disturbed his usual coolness; but with his order for supper his equilibrium returned, and he went on to explain: "I supposed you knew only two streets in town Wells and South Water." "Humph! I know every street in town," Droom resented, drawing himself up in his chair; and then bluntly: "What's happened?" "Not so loud! Harbert's here, but " "Oho!
"There's nothing against Wells Street but it got ashamed of itself when it crossed the river." Bansemer was surprised to oote a tone of affectionate pride in the question. "No indeed!" "Oh, there's only one, Mr. Graydon," said the old clerk, quite warmly; "our own Fifth Avenue." "I had no idea you cared so much for swagger things, Mr. Droom," observed the other, genuinely surprised.
She was paler than usual and there was a queer chill in her heart. Bansemer was more nervous than he had ever been before in his life. Elias Droom, the strangest creature in the big restaurant, arose to greet them as they entered the doors.
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