John Kenyon, the senior member, belonged to that steadily6 decreasing class of lawyers who look upon their profession as a calling with traditions. He belonged to an older school of practitioners7 which still clung to the ethics8 of a bygone generation. The business of many big corporations went up in the elevator which passed before the door of John Kenyon’s private office to a floor above, where its emissaries could learn how to take the money that belonged to other people without being jailed, or, having been jailed, how they could most quickly be freed to obtain the use of their plunder9. But Mr. Kenyon made no effort to divert this tide. He wanted no part of it in his office.[167] The corporate10 interests which he represented were for the most part those which required his services to resist the depredations11 planned upstairs.
John Kenyon would have been a great lawyer but for the lack of one important ingredient of greatness—imagination. His knowledge of the law was extraordinary. His mind was crystal-clear, analytical12 but not inventive, judicial13 but not prophetic. He would have graced the robes of a Justice of the Supreme14 Bench; but as a potent15 force in modern affairs he was not far from mediocrity. He had begun his career in the office of Philip Gallatin’s grandfather, had been associated with Philip Gallatin’s father, but with the passing of the old firm he had opened offices of his own. The initiative which he lacked had been supplied by Gordon Hood, a brisk Bostonian of the omniscient16 type; and the accession of young Philip Gallatin four years ago had done still more to supply the ingredients which modern conditions seemed to require. It had meant much to John Kenyon to have Phil in the firm, for the perspective of Time had done little to dim the luster17 which hung about the name of Gallatin and the junior member had shown early signs that he, too, was possessed18 of much of the genius of his forebears.
Kenyon had watched the development of the boy with mingled19 delight and apprehension20 and, with the memory of the failings of his ancestors fresh in his mind, had done what he could to avert21 impending22 evil. It was at his advice that young Gallatin had gone to the Canadian woods, and he had noted23 with interest and not a little curiosity his return to his desk two months ago sobered and invigorated. Phil had plunged24 into the work which awaited him with quiet intention, and the way he had taken hold of his problems and solved them, had filled the senior partner with new hopes for his future. He[168] loved the boy as he could have loved a son, as he must love the son of Evelyn Westervelt, and it had taken much to destroy John Kenyon’s belief in Phil’s ultimate success. But this last failure had broken that faith. Through the efforts of Gordon Hood the firm had won the suit for which Phil Gallatin had prepared it, but it was an empty victory to John Kenyon, who had seen during the preparation of the case Phil Gallatin’s chance, his palingenesis—the restitution25 of all his rights, physical and moral.
Fully26 aware of John Kenyon’s attitude toward him, for two weeks Philip Gallatin had remained uptown and, until his dinner at Mrs. Pennington’s, to which he had gone in response to especial pleading, had hidden himself even from his intimates. He had sent word to John Kenyon that he was indisposed, but both men knew what his absence meant. John Kenyon had been the one rock to which Phil Gallatin had tied, the one man with whom he had been willing to talk of himself, the one man of all his friends from whom he would even take a reproach. It was on John Kenyon’s account, more even than on his own, that Gallatin so keenly suffered for his failure at the critical moment. The time had indeed come for a reckoning, and yesterday Gallatin had planned to retire from the firm and save his senior partner the pains of further responsibility on his account. He had been weighed in the balance, a generous balance with weights which favored him, and had been found wanting.
But last night a miracle had happened and the visit of renunciation which he had even planned for this very morning had been turned into one of contrition27 and appeal. And difficult as he found the interview before him, he entered the office with a light step and a face aglow28 with the new resolution which had banished29 the somber30 shadow that for so long had hung about him.
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It was early, and the business of the day had just begun. At his appearance several of the stenographers looked up from their work and scrutinized32 him with interest, and the chief clerk rose and greeted him.
“Good morning, Tooker,” he nodded cheerfully. “Is Mr. Kenyon in yet?”
“No, sir. It’s hardly his time——”
“Please tell him I’d like to see him if he can spare me a moment.”
Then he entered a door which bore his name and closed it carefully behind him, opened his desk, glanced at his watch, made two or three turns up and down the room and then took up the telephone book, Logan—Lord—Lorimer, Loring. There it was. 7000 Plaza33. He hesitated again and then rang up the number.
It was some moments before the butler consented to get Miss Loring, and when he did she did not recognize his voice.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“Can’t you guess?”
“Oh, Phil! I didn’t know you at all. Where are you?”
“At the office.”
“Already! And I’m not out of bed!”
“Did I wake you? I’m sorry——”
“I’m glad. I didn’t mean to go to sleep, but I did sleep, somehow——”
“I haven’t been asleep. I couldn’t——”
“Why not?”
“It’s so much pleasanter to be awake.”
“I think so, too, but then I dreamed, Phil.”
“Pleasant dreams?”
“Oh, beautiful ones, full of demigods and things.”
“What things?”
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“Enchanted broughams. Oh, how did it happen, Phil?”
“It had to happen.”
“I can’t believe it yet.”
He laughed. “If I were there I’d try to convince you.”
“Yes, I think you could. I’m willing to admit that.”
“Are you sorry?”
“N-o. But I’m so used to being myself. I can’t understand. It’s strange—that’s all. And I’m glad you called me. I’ve had a terrifying feeling that you must be somebody else, too.”
“I am somebody else.”
“I mean somebody I don’t know very well.”
“There’s a remedy for that.”
“What?”
“Doses of demigod. Repeat every hour.”
“Oh——!”
“Don’t you like the prescription34?”
“I—I think so.”
“Then why not try it?”
“I—I think I ought to, oughtn’t I?”
“I’m sure of it. In a day or so the symptoms you speak of will entirely35 disappear.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“I—I think they’re less acute already. You really are you, aren’t you?”
“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be you, don’t you see?”
“Yes, and I’d be frightfully jealous if I had been somebody else.” She laughed. “Oh, Phil! What a conversation! I hope no one is listening.”
“I’m sure they’re not. They couldn’t understand anyway.”
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“Not unless they’re quite mad—as we are. What are you doing? Working?”
“Yes, drawing a deed for an acre in Paradise.”
“Don’t be foolish. Who for?”
“Me. And there’s a deed of trust.”
“I’ll sign that.”
“We’ll both sign it. It’s well secured, Jane. Don’t you believe me?”
“Yes, I do,” slowly.
There was a pause and then he asked, “When can I see you?”
“Soon.”
“This afternoon?”
“I’ve a luncheon36.”
“And then——”
“Tea at the——Oh, Phil, I’ll have to cut that. There’s a dance to-night, too, the Ledyards’.”
“This is getting serious.”
“What can I do? I’ve been frightfully rude already. Can’t you go?”
“Not sufficiently37 urged.”
“Then I shan’t either. I don’t want to go. I want—the acre of Paradise.”
“Where will I meet you, Jane?”
“Here—at four.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Until then, good-by, and, Phil——”
“Yes.”
“Please wear that flannel38 shirt, disreputable hat and——”
“And the beard?”
“No—not the beard. But I want to be convinced there’s no mistake.”
“I’d rather convince you without them.”
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“Oh, I’ve no doubt you will,” she sighed. “There’s so much I’ve got to say to you, Phil. I won’t know where to begin——”
“Just where you stopped.”
“But I—I wasn’t saying anything—just then. I couldn’t. There—there were reasons.”
He laughed gayly.
“I’ve still other reasons.”
“Oh!”
“Convincing ones.”
“Phil, I won’t listen. Good-by!”
“Good-by.”
“Hadn’t we better go for a walk?” she asked.
“No—please——”
“Oh, very well,” with a tone of resignation. “There—you see, I’m submitting again. At four, then. Good-by.” She cut off and he hung up the receiver, sitting for a long while motionless, looking out of the window. He took out his watch and was examining it impatiently when the chief clerk came in.
“Mr. Kenyon will see you now, Mr. Gallatin,” he said.
John Kenyon paused in the reading of his mail and looked up over the half-moons in his glasses when Gallatin appeared at the door.
“Come in, Phil,” he said quietly, offering his hand. He sat down at his desk again and formally indicated the chair nearest it. His manner was kindly39 and full of an old-fashioned dignity, indicating neither indifference40 nor encouragement, and this seemed to make Philip Gallatin’s position if anything more difficult and painful. Instead of sitting, Gallatin turned toward the window and stood there.
“I’ve come back, Uncle John,” he muttered.
Kenyon glanced up at him, the calm judicial glance[173] of a man who, having no venal41 faults himself, tolerates them in others with difficulty. There was no family relationship between the men, and Gallatin’s use of the familiar term at this time meant much, and something in Phil Gallatin’s pose arrested Kenyon’s eye, the jaw42 that had worked forward and was now clamped tightly by its throbbing43 muscles, the bulk of the squared shoulders and the decision with which one hand clasped the chair-back.
“I’m glad of that, Phil,” he said. “I was on the point of thinking you had given me up.”
“I had. I had given you up. I haven’t been down here because I knew it wasn’t necessary for me to come and because I thought you’d understand.”
“I understood.”
“I wrote you two or three letters, but I tore them up. I wanted to sever31 my connection with the firm. I wanted to save you the pain of thinking about me any longer. I knew I hadn’t any right here, that I haven’t had any right here for a long while—two or three years, that I had been taking my share of fees I had never earned, and that it was only through your friendship for me that I’ve been encouraged to stay as long as this. I wanted to save you the pain of talking to me again——”
“I’ve never denied you my friendship, Phil. I don’t deny it now. I only thought that you might have——”
Gallatin turned swiftly and raised his hand.
“Don’t, Mr. Kenyon! For God’s sake, don’t reproach me,” he said ardently44. “Reproaches won’t help me—only wound. They’ve already been ringing in my ears for days—since the last time——” he paused.
“Never mind.”
Gallatin strode the length of the room, struggling for the control of his voice, and when he came back it was to stand facing the senior partner quite composed.
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“There isn’t a man in the world who would do as much for one who merited so little. I’m not going over that. Words can’t mean much from me to you; but what I would like you to know is that I don’t want to go out of the firm, and that, if you’ll bear with me, I want another chance to prove myself. I’ve never promised anything. You’ve never asked me to. Thank God, that much of my self-respect at least is saved out of the ruins. I want to give my word now——”
“Don’t do that,” said Kenyon hurriedly. “It isn’t necessary.”
“Yes, I must. I’ve given it to myself, and I’ll keep it, never fear. That—was the last—the very last.”
Kenyon twisted his thin body in his chair and looked up at the junior member keenly, but as he did so his eyes blurred45 and he saw, as thirty years ago he had seen the figure of this boy’s father standing46 as Phil Gallatin was standing enmeshed in the toils47 of Fate, gifted, handsome, lovable—and yet doomed48 to go, a mental and physical ruin, before his time. The resemblance of Philip Gallatin to his father was striking—the same high forehead, heavy brows and deep-set eyes, the same cleanly cut aquiline49 nose, and heavy chin. There were lines, too, in Phil Gallatin’s face, lines which had appeared in the last two years which made the resemblance even more assured. And yet to John Kenyon, there seemed to be a difference. There was something of Evelyn Westervelt in him, too, the clean straight line of the jawbone and the firmly modeled lips, thinner than the father’s and more decisive.
“I’m glad of that, Phil,” he said slowly.
“I’m not asking you to believe in me again. Broken faith can’t be repaired by phrases. I don’t want you to believe in me until I’ve made good. I want to come in here again on sufferance, as you took me in six years ago,[175] without a share in the business of the firm that I don’t make myself or for which I don’t give my services. I want to begin at the bottom of the ladder again and climb it rung by rung.”
“Oh, I can’t listen to that. Our partnership50 agreement——”
“That agreement is canceled. I don’t want a partnership agreement. It’s got to be so. I’ve been thinking hard, Mr. Kenyon. It’s responsibility I need——”
“You’re talking nonsense, Phil. You did more work in the Marvin case than either Hood or myself.”
“Perhaps, but I didn’t win it,” he said quickly.
“The firm did.”
“I can’t agree with you. I’ll come in this office on the conditions I suggest, or I must withdraw. My mind is made up on that. I don’t want to go, and it won’t be easier for me anywhere else. This is where I belong, and this is where I want to fight my battle, if I can do it in my own way without the moral or financial help of any one—of you, least of all.”
Gallatin paused and walked, his head bent51, the length of the room. John Kenyon followed him with his eyes, then turned to the window and for a long while remained motionless. Philip Gallatin returned to the vacant chair and sat leaning forward eagerly.
The senior partner turned at last, his kind homely52 face alight with a smile.
“You don’t need my faith, my boy, if you’ve got faith of your own, but I give it to you gladly. Give me your hand.” He got up and the two men clasped hands, and Phil Gallatin’s eyes did not flicker53 or fade before the searching gaze of the other man. It was a pact54, none the less solemn for the silence with which one of them entered into it.
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“You’re awake, Phil?” he asked.
“Yes, that’s it, Uncle John. Awake,” said Gallatin.
“I’m glad—I’m very glad. And I believe it. I’ve never been able to get used to the idea of your being really out of here. We need you, my boy, and I’ve got work for you, of the kind that will put your mettle55 to the test. There’s a great opportunity in it, and I’ll gladly turn it over to you. ‘Sic itur ad astra,’ my boy. Will you take it?”
“Gladly. A corporation case?”
“Sanborn et al. vs. The Sanborn Mining Company. Sit here and I’ll explain it to you.”
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