“I wish you’d find that statement the C. B. and L. sent last month—and be quick about it!”
With a smile the boy hung up his hat and went down on his knees into the chaos, filing, selecting, discarding, with the old care.
Simeon returned to his desk, growling3. He took up the telephone receiver and put it to his ear, his scowl4 alert for blunders.... “What?—No!—You ’ve copied that wrong—The last one—yes.... Tomlinson, I said—not Thompson—Oh, Lord! Tomlin—L-i-n...”
John slipped quietly from the room. At the door marked with the bronze token, “President’s Office,” he paused. The typewriters clattered6 merrily within and through the ground glass he caught a haze7 of pompadours rising against the light. He opened the door and looked in. The young women at the typewriters did not look up—except with their shoulders. The one by the large window scowled8 fixedly9 at her machine, her fingers fidgeting and thumping10 the keys. Her mouth wore a look of fine scorn and her blue eyes glinted.
John returned to the outer office. The head bookkeeper looked up with a nod. “Morning, John. Moving along up above!”
The boy nodded a slow reply. “Where is Edith?” he said.
“Oh—Edith?” The man thought a moment with pen suspended. The light from the hanging bulb fell on his lined face. “Edith? Oh, yes. Congdon took her. Billing-room, I guess. Back to stay?”
“Not for long.” The boy had disappeared through the swinging door at the end of the room.
The young man seated at another desk in the room followed him with curious glance. “Who is that?” he asked, turning a little on his stool and staring at his companion.
The head bookkeeper nodded absently. “That is John Bennett.” His finger was on the column, tracing a blunder to its source.
“And who in hell is John Bennett?” demanded the other slowly.
“You ’ll find out—if you stay long enough,” replied the head bookkeeper pleasantly. He placed his finger on the column and jotted11 figures on the little pad at his side. He laid aside the pad. “He ’s Simeon Tetlow’s shadow,” he said. “The two Bridgewater boys over there by the window.” He nodded his head. “They call him ’Sissie Johnny.’”
“Looks like a fool and acts like Lord of Creation,” muttered the other.
“That ’s what he is,” said the head bookkeeper. He had no time for conversation just then. He was close on the track of his mistake. Moreover, the assistant bookkeeper was a thorn in his side. The appointment had been none of his—one of old man Tetlow’s blunders, he called it savagely12 when he had time to talk.
The assistant bookkeeper took up his pen, looking at it musingly13. He knew, perhaps better than the head bookkeeper, to what he owed his appointment. Six months ago he had been in the employ of the rival road. Just why he had left them was his own affair, as were also the wires that had been pulled in his behalf along the “R. and Q.” Well, he was here. He had gathered much interesting information in his six months—information that might be valuable—very valuable—some day. He dipped his pen in the ink.... As for this John Bennett.... The pens were both at work now, flying fast.
“You want Edith?” Congdon, the head billing-clerk, looked up from his file of bills with a little scowl; it changed slowly to pleasure. “Why, how are you, John? Did n’t know you were back... Edith—Well, yes, I took her—wanted another hand here. Marshall said they could spare one from the office. So I took the littlest.” He smiled genially14.
“Littlest and best,” said John.
The other laughed out. “I began to suspect it—The old man wants her back?”
“Right off.”
Congdon turned a little in his place. “Oh, Edith!” He raised his voice and the girl across the room looked up.
He beckoned15 to her and she came slowly, leaving her machine with a little touch that was almost a pat, as if it said, “Coming back very soon.”
“Yes, sir.” She stood before them waiting, a slight, dark girl, with clear glance.
“Ah,” the man’s eyes dwelt on her kindly16. “They want you back in the office, Edith. You need n’t stop to finish.—I ’ll put some one else on those.”
She turned away with a look that was almost a smile of pleasure. Half way to her table she paused and came back. “I can take my machine, can’t I?”
He laughed tolerantly. “Oh, take it along, if you want to—Nobody else wants it.”
John followed her to the table. “I ’ll carry it for you, Edith.”
She slipped out the paper she had been at work on and began gathering17 up the trifles from her table.
When he set down the machine in the president’s office, a ripple18 of eyebrows19 passed it by—glances too busy for comment. The clatter5 of the typewriters rose and hummed. The hive could not pause for a worker more or less. She slipped into her place with a little smile and nod, waiting while John shifted the telephone connection and swung a bulb, with its green shade, conveniently in place.
The little bell rang sharply and she leaned to the receiver. “Hello!”
John crossed to the young woman by the window. She had finished a sheet and was drawing it out with a quick swirl20.
“All done?” he asked pleasantly.
She ignored him, rubbing out an offending word and blowing away the black fuzz before she looked up. “What is it?” she said sharply. Her hair, which was red and crisp, glinted as she turned her head.
John’s eyes followed it with a little look of pleasure. There was something about that color that always made him happy. He did not know this and it had never occurred to him to be diplomatic. But a hint of a smile crossed the girl’s mouth.
“Well?” She was looking at him tolerantly.
He drew a sheaf of papers from his pocket. “These are to be copied—leaving blanks here, and here—Send a boy when they are done. He wants two carbons—very clear.”
“All right.” She took them from him with a look of relief. It might be an honor to take down ’the old man’s dictation, but it was an honor she could dispense21 with. She fluffed her fingers toward the glinting hair and descended22 on the keys.
John stood for a moment, looking thoughtfully at the crisping hair in the wide window-light. The girl had turned her head a little and it twinkled, but did not look up.
As he crossed the room, he glanced casually23 at the new occupant. Her head was bent24 to the receiver and a little smile played about her lips. “Yes—yes—yes?—yes.” Her fingers moved quickly and she nodded once or twice as if listening to something pleasant. “She likes to work for him,” thought John, “same as I do.”
With a look of satisfaction on his round face he closed the office door behind him. He had accomplished25, without a jar, what perhaps no other man in the service could have done. But he was not thinking of this—he hardly knew it. He was planning what Simeon should have for luncheon26—something hot and staying....
He reached out a hand to a boy who was hurrying toward the elevator. “Hold up, Sandy. What’s that?”
“A note for the president.” It was the tone of pride.
John smiled a little as he held out his hand. “I ’ll take it to him—and here—” The hoy’s face had fallen, “Take this—” He wrote hastily on a pad—“Carry that, one o’clock sharp, to the Holman House. They ’ll give you a luncheon for the president. Sprint27, won’t you?”
“You bet.” The smile was stealing back to the boyish face.
John nodded. “Bring it up yourself—set it on the box by the door—not later than one, mind.”
The boy nodded and was gone, tucking the note in his pocket. It did not occur to him to question the authority of this slow-moving young man—hardly more than a boy himself.
It did not occur to any one to question it, as he made his way in a sort of slow-looking, fast fashion about the building, doing the things, little and big, that came to his hand. One did not think of the boy apart from his eyes. It was as if a spirit dwelt there, guiding the slowness and sureness, and men yielded to it, as they yield to the light when it shines on them.
If the boy had known his power or guessed it, it would have vanished, slipped from him, even while he put out his hand to it. But he had always been slow and stupid—not clever like other boys—and needing time and patience for his work. He knew that it rested his mother to have him do things for her, and that Simeon Tetlow needed him. Beyond that his mind did not travel. He could not have told how he knew men’s thoughts—read their minds, almost, when their eyes looked into his—any more than he could have told why certain colors made him happy, or why he had chosen Edith Burton out of the office force for Simeon’s private work. Things came to him slowly. He stood motionless, sometimes, waiting—almost stupidly, it seemed—before a piece of work, a decision to be made—but when he put out his hand to it, he held it with firm grasp.
Simeon did not look up when he came back. He was speaking into the telephone, a look of comparative peace on his face.
John swept aside the heap of bills and memoranda28 that covered the desk across the room. Then he looked about for the dust-cloth. He found it in the pocket of one of Simeon’s old coats on the wall. A piece of cheese fell to the floor as he shook it out. And Simeon, looking around as he hung up the receiver, smiled for the first time in weeks.
“So that ’s where I put that cheese, is it? I got it one day for luncheon—forgot where I put it—did n’t have any luncheon that day at all.” He was looking at it regretfully.
John tossed it into the waste basket, a look of disapproval29 in his face. He wiped the dust from his desk, arranging the files of papers he had collected from the floor and placing them in pigeon-holes.
Simeon watched, a look of something like contentment creeping to his face. “You found that statement yet?” The question was almost mild.
“Yes, sir.” John picked up the paper and handed it to him. “They ’ve made double charge on those forty boilers30, have n’t they?” Simeon took it and glared at it. “That ’s what I can’t find out,” he said. “I can’t find out.” He sighed impatiently and laid it on the desk while he reached for another set of papers.
John, watching the face, was struck anew by the weariness in it. It was the face of an old man.
He held out his hand. “Suppose I take it, sir. I ’ll be down in the yard this afternoon and I ’ll look it up.”
John stepped quickly to the door.
“Here, Sandy. Take this to McElwain in the yard. Tell him I ’ll be down in half an hour.—Here ’s your luncheon, sir.” He brought in the tray and placed it on the table, setting a chair before it and drawing the cork32 from the bottle. He removed the napkin that covered the tray. “Your luncheon ’s ready, sir.”
With a sigh of satisfaction, the President of the “R. and Q.” Road rose from his desk.
“There’s a fresh towel, sir, and I brought up some soap.”
With another sigh, the president of the road obeyed.
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