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"No, I'm not hungry to-day."
This announcement appeared greatly to relieve the old man. "Oh, you'll succeed in life, my dear young man; but really you ought to come into the store with us. It would do your father so much good; he would feel that he has a sure hold on the future, you understand. You don't know what a comfort Brooks is to me. Why, if my daughter had married a man in any other line, I--well, it would have been a great disappointment.
Are you going back to work now?"
"No; to the Press Club."
"Why don't you come to see us oftener?"
"Oh, I'm there often enough, I should think--two or three times a week."
"Yes, of course, but we are all so anxious that you should become interested in our work. Don't discourage yourself with the belief that a man brought up in the South is not a good business man. I am from the South, my dear Mr. Witherspoon."
They had reached the sidewalk, and the roar from the street impelled the old man to force his squeaky voice into a split shout.
"Southern man"--He was b.u.mped off by the pa.s.sing throng, but he got back again and shouted: "Southern man has just as good commercial ability as anybody. Well, I must leave you here."
CHAPTER XVI.
AN AROUSER OF THE SLEEPY.
In the Press Club Henry found Mr. Flummers haranguing a party of men who sat about the round table. He stood that he might have room in which to scallop his gestures, and he had reached a climax just as Henry joined the circle. He waited until all interruptions had ceased and then continued: "Milwaukee was asleep, and I was sent up there to arouse it. But I shook it too hard; I hadn't correctly measured my own strength. The old-timers said, 'Let us doze,' but I commanded, 'Wake up here now, and get a move on you,' and they had to wake up. But they formulated a conspiracy against me, and I was removed."
"How were you removed, Mr. Flummers?" McGlenn asked.
"Oh, a pet.i.tion, signed by a thousand sleepy citizens, was sent down here to my managing editor, and I was requested to come away. Thus was my Milwaukee career ended, but it ended in a blaze that dazzled the eyes of the old-timers." He cut a scallop. "But papa was not long idle. The solid South wanted him. They knew that papa was the man to quiet a disturbance or compel a drowsy munic.i.p.ality to get up and rub its eyes. Well, I went to Memphis. What was the cause of the great excitement that followed?" He tapped his forehead. "Papa's nut. But again had he underestimated himself; again was he too strong for the occasion. He tossed up the community in his little blanket, and while it was still in the air, papa skipped, and the railroad train didn't go any too fast for him."
"And was that the time you went over into Arkansas and murdered a man?" Richmond asked.
"Oh, no; you are mixing ancient history with recent events. But say, John, you haven't bought anything to-day."
"Why, you paunch-bulging liar, I bought you a drink not more than ten minutes ago."
"But you owed me that one."
"Get out, you nerveless beef! Under the old law for debt I could put you in prison for life."
"Oh, no."
"Do you really need a drink, Mr. Flummers?" McGlenn asked.
"Yes."
"And you don't think that there is any mistake about it?"
"No."
"Well, then, as one who has been compelled to love you, I will buy you a drink."
"Good stuff. Say, Whit, touch the bell over there, will you?"
"Touch it yourself, you lout!"
With a profane avowal that he had never struck so lazy a party, Flummers rang the bell, and when the boy appeared, he called with hearty hospitality: "See what the gentlemen will have."
"Would you like something more?" Henry asked of Flummers, when the drinks had been served.
"Oh, I've just had one. But wait a minute. Say, boy, bring me a cigar."
When the cigar was brought, Flummers said, "That's the stuff!" and a moment later he broke out with, "Say, Witherspoon, why don't you kill the geyser that does the county building for your paper?"
"Why so?"
"Oh, he flashes his star and calls himself a journalist. What time is it? I must hustle; can't stay here and throw away time on you fellows.
Say, John"--
Richmond shut him off with: "Don't call me John. A man--I'll say man out of courtesy to your outward form--a man that hasn't sense enough to lift a ba.s.s into a boat is not to be permitted such a familiarity.
Out in a boat with him last summer and caught a big ba.s.s," Richmond explained to the company, "and brought it up to the side of the boat and told Flummers to lift it in, not thinking at the time that he hadn't sense enough, and he grabbed hold of the line and let the fish get away. It made me sick, and I had a strong fight with myself to keep from drowning him."
Flummers tapped his forehead. "Papa's nut says, 'Keep your hand out of a fish's mouth.' Oh, I don't want to go fishing with you again. No fun for me to pull a boat and see a man thrash the water. Say, did I take anything on you just now?" he suddenly broke off, addressing Henry.
"Yes, but you can have something else."
"Well, not now. I'll hold it in reserve. In this life it is well to have reserve forces stationed here and there. Who's got a car-ticket?
I've got to go over on the West Side. What, are you all broke? What sort of a poverty-stricken gang have I struck? Well, I've given you as much of my valuable time as I can spare."
"I suppose you are getting used to this town," said Mortimer, when Flummers was gone.
"Yes, I am gradually making myself feel at home," Henry answered.
"You find the weather disagreeable, of course. We do, I know."
"I think that Chicago is great in spite of its climate," said Henry.
"If great at all, it is great in spite of a great many absences,"
McGlenn replied; "and in these absences it is mean and contemptible.
To money it gives worship; to the song and dance man it pays admiring attention, but to the writer it gives neglect--the campaign of silence."
Richmond put his hand to his month and threw his head back. "The trouble with you, John"--
"There's no trouble with me."
"Yes, there is, and it is the trouble that comes to all men who form an estimate without having first taken the trouble to think."
"Gentlemen," said McGlenn, "I wish to call your attention to that remark. John Richmond advising people to think before they form their estimates. John, you are the last man to think before you form an estimate. Within a minute after you meet a man you are prepared to give your estimate of his character; you'll give a half-hour's opinion on a minute's acquaintance."