Part 13 (2/2)

”Nothing wicked.”

”I don't know how you look at it,” Samuel said, ”but from my point of view, buying prints with other people's money is dangerously near wickedness. This present matter, however, is just imbecility. I told him one day last week to write to a man in Troy, New York, about a bill of exchange. Well, he wrote. Oh, yes--he wrote. Back comes a letter from the man, enclosing my young gentleman's epistle, with a line added ”--Mr. Wright fumbled in his breast pocket to find the doc.u.ment--” here it is: _'Above remarks about s.h.i.+ps not understood by our House.'_ Will you look at that, sir, for the 'remarks about s.h.i.+ps'?”

Dr. Lavendar took the sheet stamped ”Bank of Pennsylvania,” and hunted for his spectacles. When he settled them on his nose he turned the letter over and read in young Sam's sprawling hand:

”Was this the face that launched a thousand s.h.i.+ps, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?”

”What's this? I don't understand.”

”Certainly you do not; no sensible person would. I showed it to my young gentleman, and requested an explanation. 'Oh,' he said, 'when you told me to write to Troy, it made me think of those lines.' He added that not wis.h.i.+ng to forget them, he wrote them down on a sheet of paper, and that probably he used the other side of the sheet for the Troy letter--'by mistake.' 'Mistake, sir!' I said, 'a sufficient number of _mistakes_ will send me out of business.'”

”Samuel,” said Dr. Lavendar thoughtfully, ”do you recall whose face it was that 'launched the thousand s.h.i.+ps' on Troy?”

Samuel shook his head,

”Helen's” said Dr. Lavendar.

The senior warden frowned, then suddenly understood. ”Oh, yes, I know all about that. Another evidence of his folly!”

”I've no doubt you feel like spanking him,” Dr. Lavendar said sympathetically, ”but--” he stopped short. Sam Wright was crimson.

”I! _Spank_ him? I?” He got up, opening and shutting his hands, his face very red. The old minister looked at him in consternation.

”Sam! what on earth is the matter with you? Can't a man have his joke?”

Mr. Wright sat down. He put his hand to his mouth as though to hide some trembling betrayal; his very ears were purple.

Dr. Lavendar apologized profusely. ”I was only in fun. I'm sure you know that I meant no disrespect to the boy. I only wanted to cheer you up.”

”I understand, sir; it is of no consequence. I--I had something else on my mind. It is of no consequence.” The color faded, and his face fell into its usual bleak lines, but his mouth twitched. A minute afterwards he began to speak with ponderous dignity. ”This love-making business is, of course, most mortifying to me; and also, no doubt, annoying to Mrs. Richie. To begin with, she is eleven years older than he--he told his mother so. He added, if you please! that he hoped to marry her.”

”Well! Well!” said Dr. Lavendar.

”I told him,” Mr. Wright continued, ”that in my very humble opinion it was contemptible for a man to marry and allow another man to support his wife.”

Dr. Lavendar sat up in shocked dismay. ”Samuel!”

”I, sir,” the banker explained, ”am his father, and I support him. If he marries, I shall have to support his wife. According to my poor theories of propriety, a man who lets another man support his wife had better not have one.”

”But you ought not to have put it that way,” Dr. Lavendar protested,

”I merely put the fact,” said Samuel Wright ”Furthermore, unless he stops dangling at her ap.r.o.n-strings, I shall stop his allowance, I shall so inform him.”

”You surely won't do such a foolish thing!”

”Would you have me sit still? Not put up a single barrier to keep him in bounds?”

”Samuel, do you know what barriers mean to a colt?”

Mr. Wright made no response.

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