Part 11 (1/2)

”Mean to say you believe all that rant they talk?”

”Not quite,” Jeff laughed.

”Well, I'd cut that bunch of anarchists if I were you,” his cousin suggested. ”Say, Jeff, can you let me have fifty dollars?”

Jeff considered. He had been thinking of a new spring overcoat, but his winter one would do well enough. From the office he could get an advance of the balance he needed to make up the fifty.

”Sure. I'll bring it to your rooms to-morrow night.”

”Much obliged. Hate to trouble you,” James said lightly. ”Well, I won't keep you longer from your anarchist friends. Good-night.”

CHAPTER 6

”The cure for the evils of Democracy is more Democracy.”

--De Tocqueville.

THE REBEL HUMBLY a.s.sISTS AT THE UNVEILING OF A HERO'S STATUE

Part 1

On the occasion when his cousin was graduated with the highest honors from the law school of Verden University Jeff sat inconspicuously near the rear of the chapel. James, as cla.s.s orator, rose to his hour. From the moment that he moved slowly to the front of the platform, handsome and impa.s.sive, his calm gaze sweeping over the audience while he waited for the little bustle of expectancy to subside, Jeff knew that the name of Farnum was going to be covered with glory.

The orator began in a low clear voice that reached to the last seat in the gallery. Jeff knew that before he finished its echoes would be ringing through the hall like a trumpet call to the emotions of those present.

It was not destined that Jeff should hear a word of that stirring peroration. His eye fell by chance upon a young woman seated in a box beside an elderly man whom he recognized as Peter C. Frome. From that instant he was lost to all sense perception that did not focus upon her.

For he was looking at the dryad who had come upon him out of the ferns three years before. She would never know it, but Alice Frome had saved him from the weakness that might have destroyed him. From that day he had been a total abstainer. Now as he looked at her the vivid irregular beauty of the girl flowed through him like music. Her charm for him lay deeper than the golden gleams of imprisoned sunlight woven in her hair, than the gallant poise of the little head above the slender figure.

Though these set his heart beating wildly, a sure instinct told him of the fine and exquisite spirit that found its home in her body.

She was leaning forward in her chair, her eyes fixed on James almost as if she were fascinated by his oratory. Her father watched her, a trifle amused at her eagerness. In her admiration she was frank as a boy. When Farnum's last period was rounded out and he made to leave the stage her gloved hands beat together in excited applause.

After the ceremonies were over James came straight to her. Jeff missed no detail of their meeting. The young lawyer was swimming on a tide of triumph, but it was easy to see that Alice Frome's approval was the thing he most desired. His cousin had never seen him so gay, so handsome, so altogether irresistible. For the first time a little spasm of envy shot through Jeff, That the girl liked James was plain enough.

How could any girl help liking him?

The orator was so much the center of attention that Jeff postponed his congratulations till evening. He called on his cousin after midnight at his rooms. James had just returned from a cla.s.s banquet where he had been the toastmaster. He was still riding the big wave.

”It's been a great day for me, Jeff,” he broke out after his cousin had congratulated him. ”I've earned it, too. For seven years I've worked toward this day as a climax. Did you see me talking to P. C. Frome and his daughter? I'm going to be accepted socially in the best houses of the city. I'll make them all open to me.”

”I don't doubt it.”

”And the best of it is that I've made my own success.”

”Yes, you've worked hard,” Jeff admitted with a little gleam of humor in his eyes. He would not remind his cousin that he had lent him most of the money to see him through law school.

”Oh, worked!” James was striding up and down the room to get rid of some of his nervous energy. ”I've done more than work. I've made opportunities... grabbed them coming and going. Young as I am Verden expects big things of me. And I'll deliver the goods, too.”

”What's the program?” Jeff asked, much amused.