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"I should think you would be," said Beason, rather grimly. "Karl is indeed remarkable," said Mrs. McCormick, blandly expansive, well pleased with both Karl and her own appreciation of him. "I feel that our family has much to be proud of, to think both he and Georgia have done so well with their work." The expression of Beason's face was a study. Georgia laughed over it for weeks afterwards.
And Georgia, laughing Georgia was strongly addicted to laughing said if there was any man ready to hang upon her every word, that she, being twenty-seven and prospectless, must not let him get away. She told Beason many things some of them facts and some of them "higher truth," Georgia holding that things which ought to be true were higher truth.
We need something in this town that will reach out for the ignorant, fallen, hard-up, debauched, degraded men and women." Father Beason nodded emphatic approval. "I don't know, I'm sure," said the Rev. Jeremiah Wilks, "what you Brethren are going to do. If you hit on any plan to raise the money for all this, I'd like to know what it is.
Now that looked as though she had some sense, Beason admitted. Of course the ridiculous part was thinking she was the one to bring it about, when anybody would know it would have to be some one well, some one like himself. But then it was just like a woman to think she could do anything she took it into her head to do.
Hubers to leave Beason closer to her at the end of the hour than he had been at the beginning. There were more ways than one of winning a scientific victory, she concluded, half humorously, but with a touch of sadness. She was beginning to see that it was a battle which demanded tact and diplomacy quite as much as brains and skill.
In the horror, the rage and the grief which swept over him then, Beason rose to the heights of a human being, never to be quite without humanship again. When he came back that fall, Professor Hastings was quick to sense the change. Beason was given a place in Dr. Hubers' old laboratory, as one of Mr. Willard's assistants.
That first morning, after he had been in there about an hour, he came out to Professor Hastings, who chanced to be alone. "I don't know whether I want to stay in there or not," the boy jerked out. He told him that Dr. Hubers would like to have him there. "You know he liked you," he said simply. Beason sat a long time pondering.
"'That divine brown, he pursued, that soft, dark, liquid brown of unfathomable depth! Now there," nodding laughingly at Beason, "you have a sample of the great Dr. Hubers' mighty intellect." Beason hovered around, hoping for a few more stray words, but as Harry Wyman and Georgia were talking about some foolish newspaper affairs, he went to his room and tried to settle down to work.
That Willard and Lane and young Beason are the scientific kind, too abominably scientific to forge ahead. Don't lose sight of what you are doing. All these things you are doing now are simply a means to an end.
"You like John," she said to Karl, "and as he has not yet been graduated into philosophy, he may be more companionable than Mr. Ross." And Karl said by all means to have Beason if it wouldn't bother her to have him around. She was glad of that for more reasons than a reduced rent; Beason had become a great help to Ernestine.
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