The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1891-10-25
CHAPTER XIV.

street. whore he had q room In the boarding
house his mother kept he was 40 tired that
he wanted to 60 to bod. He told hor he was
not tired. only disappointed with his after.
moons work.
Il didn't get very much Why. OF course
there was a lot OF stun lying round in the
cutters that can work up. Il have tho
stomach for It. You'll see tin Pnnoy's 70.
port, whether do 1t or not Plnney thinks Il a
all valuable material! I left hin, thoro inter.
viewing tho defaulter's family. and making
material out Of tl'eir Misory. I couldn't do
that"
Il shouldn't want you to. Brics." said his
mother. Il couldn't bear to hnve YOU"
Well. we'ro wrong. both OF US. from one
point of View said tho young fellow. AS
Pinney says. it's business to do those thinrs,
ana business motive ought to purify and en-
noble any performance. Pinney is getting to
be first-class reporter: hell be managing
editor and IN owner. and be refusing my
work In less than ten years."
| Il hope you'll be out OF such work long be.
fore that" said the mother.
| I'm likely to be out OF all kinds OF work
before that II keep on at this gait. Pinney
hasn't got tho slightest literary instinct; he's
q wood chopper. n stable boy by nature; but
he knows how to make copy. and he's sure to
| get on"
| well. you don't want to get on in his way"
| the mother urged soothingly.
| Yes: but I've got to get on In his way while
I'm trying to get on in my own I've got to
work eight hours at reporting for the privilege
| OF working two at literature. That's how the
world is built. Tho first thing is to earn your
bread"
Well you do earn yours. my son-and no
one works harder to earn it."
All. but it's so damned dirty when I've
earned it."
"Oh. my sonl"
We'll. l won't swear at It That's stupid,
too-as stupid as all the rest" He rose from
the chair he had dropped into and went to-
ward the door OF the next room. II must
beautify my person with a clean collar and
cuns- I'm going down to make a call on the
BACK Bay. and wish to leave q good impress.
sion with the fellow that shows me the door
when he finds out who Am and what want.
I'm going to interview Mr.. Hilary on the COM
pany's feelings toward their abscondng treas
urer. What dose He'll never know I hate
1t ten times as bad as he does But it's my
only chance for SCOOP"
I'm sure he'll receive you we'll. Brice. He
must see that you're q gentleman"
No. I'm not gentleman m other." the son
interrupted harshly from the room where no
was modifying his linen. Pm not in that
line OF business. But I'm like most people In
most other lines Of business: intend to be a
gentleman as soon as can afford it. I shall
have to pocket myself. as usual. when I inter-
view Mr. Hilary. Perhaps lle isn't a gentle-
man. either There's some consolation in that
should like to write an article some day on
business methods and their compatibility
with sclf-respect. But Mr.. Kicker wouldn't
print it."
He's very kind to you. Brice."
Yes. hos as kind as he dares to be. He's
the onsis In the desert or my life; but the
countlng-room simeon comes along and dries
him up. every now and then. Suppose begin
my article by study Of the counting room in
Independent journalism"
Mrs. Maxwell had nothing to say to this suc.
gestion. but much concerning the necessity Of
wearing the neck mufier. which she found
her son had not had on all day. She put It on
for him now. and made him promise to put It |
on for himself when he left the house where he |
was going to call.
Tho man who came to tho door told him that |
Mr.. Hilary was not at home but was expected |
shortly. and consented to let him come in and |
wait. Hc tried to classify Maxwell in deciding |
where to let him walt: his coat and hat looked |
like n chair in the hail: his pa,c. refined,
rather naughty face. like the drawing room.
The man compromised on tho library, and led |
him in there
Louise rose upright on the lounge where
she had thrown herself after dinner to rest In
the dim light. and think over tho days strange
experience. and stared at him helplcssly. For
her greater nase and comfort she had pushed
off her Shoes. and they had gone over the foot
OF the lounge. She found herself confronted
with the contumacious-lo looking workman she
had noticed at tho station at Hatboro', with
those thin. hooking lips. and tho large.
dreamy eyes that she remembered.
The serving man sud: "Oh. didn't know
you were here. Miss" and stood irrosolute.
" The gentleman wishes to SEQ your father"
will you sit down ?" she said to Maxwell.
" Ny father will be in very soon. think" She
began to wonder whether she could edge along
to where her shoes lay. and slip
her feet into them. But for the present she
where she WAS. and not merely be-
cause her shoes were of and she could not
we'll get away. but because 1t was not In her
nature not to wish every one to be happy and
She was as far AZ any woman
san DO from coQuetry. but she could not see
any manner Of man without trying to
please him. I'm sorry he's isn't here"
she said. and then. as there seemed nothing
or him to answer. she ventured. Its very
sold out, isn't it?"
Its grown colder since nightfall" said
Maxwell.
He remembered hor and she saw that he did.
md this somehow promoted IN illogical sense |
II acquaintance with him.
1T seems" she ventured further. very
Unusual weather for the beginning VI Febru-
n.y."
why. don't know" said Maxwell. with
ather more self-possession than she wished
lin to have. SO soon. II think we're apt to
ave very cold weather after the January I