Part 32 (1/2)

”I should like nothing better than to have you do it always,” he heard himself saying; but the sight of her clouded face checked the words which packed upon his utterance.

”Oh, I could never be as bold as that,” she put in quickly. ”You said you would like to go to the meeting. It _is_ public, but I am going to ask you a favor, and I never was so much in earnest in my life. Do you know, I think I could get through that speech better if not a soul was in the audience that I ever saw before. I would rather have you there than any one else, for I know you would be sympathetic, but I want to face it absolutely alone. I can't tell why I feel so, but it is a fact.”

”I can understand it,” Saunders answered. ”I had to make a speech at a convention of bankers once, and the fact that I was a total stranger to them all made the task easier. But when are you going back home?”

”To-morrow at twelve,” she said.

”And this evening?” he inquired.

”There is to be a reception given us at the Governor's mansion.” Dolly shrugged her shoulders. ”Somebody is to take us all from the hotel in a bunch. I have a new dress for it. That will be another experience, but, as it comes after my speech, I am not even thinking of it.”

”Then I'll see you at the train in the morning,” Saunders said. ”I want to get the news of your speech. I am confident that you will acquit yourself beautifully. You can't fail. It isn't in you.”

They had reached the steps of the Capitol. A number of women and men were entering, and Dolly turned to join them.

”That's some of my crowd,” she smiled. ”Can't you tell by the way they stare and blink, like scared rabbits? The men's clothes look as if they still had the price-tags on them--regular hand-me-downs. Good-by; I'll see you at the train.”

CHAPTER VIII

That afternoon, in coming from a lawyer's office, Saunders saw Tom Drake standing in the crowd which was always gathered at the intersection of Whitehall and Marietta streets. Falling back un.o.bserved into a tobacconist's shop on the corner, the young man looked out and watched the mountaineer. With hands in his pockets, Drake stood eying the jostling human current, a disconsolate droop to his lank form, a far-off stare in his weary eyes.

”He has tried and given up already,” Saunders reflected. ”Dolly knows him better than he knows himself. This is no place for a man like him.

He is homesick, poor chap! He counts himself the most unfortunate man on earth, and yet he is the most blessed, for he is her father. How can he look at her, hear her voice, and not burn with triumphant pride? Her father! If I only dared, I'd treat him as I'd treat my own father, but she would resent it. It would hurt her feelings. I have to consider her. She didn't quite like what I did for George; but, no matter, I'm going to speak to him.”

Therewith Saunders skirted the thickest part of the surging ma.s.s and suddenly came upon Drake, who, in order to be out of the way of pedestrians with more purpose than himself, had stepped back against the wall of the building. Their eyes met. Drake's wavered sheepishly, but he took the hand cordially extended, and made an effort to appear at ease.

”I saw Dolly this morning,” Saunders began. ”She told me you came down with her.”

”Yes, I thought--I thought I might as well.” Drake's lips quivered. ”I reckon she told you that I am sorter strikin' out on a new line?”

”She said something about it.” Saunders felt that the topic was a delicate one. ”I hope you are finding an--an opening to your liking.”

Drake was chewing tobacco, and he spat awkwardly down at his side.

There was a certain timidity in the man for one so bold as he had been in his own field of life among rough men of crude acts and habits.

”I've looked about some,” he said, a flush creeping into his tanned cheeks. ”I've been to the machine-shops and to two or three contractin'

carpenters. They all said they was full up with hands--men waitin' on their lists for times to improve. Buildin' is slow right now, an'

expert hands already on the spot get the pick of the jobs. Machinery is stealin' the bread out of the workin'-man's mouth. A machine takes the place of twenty men in many cases.”

”I see, I see,” Saunders said. ”The country, after all, is the best place for a man brought up on a farm.”

Drake, thrown off his guard, sighed openly. ”I reckon you are right,”

he agreed. ”To tell you the truth, Saunders, I don't think I'm goin' to land anything on this trip, and it makes a feller feel sorter sneakin'

to go back empty-handed. I put my judgment up against all the rest.

George, Dolly, and her mother, an' even John Webb, tried to get me to listen to their advice, but not me! Oh no, I was runnin' it! I reckon I'm bull-headed. Le'me tell you some'n'. I'd go back an' hire out to George as a day-laborer if I didn't have more pride than brains. He needs hands. He told me so. You are makin' a man out o' him, Saunders, an' I want to thank you.”

”What have you got to do just now?” Saunders asked. ”Couldn't you go to the bank with me?”