"That's all you can get out of him," Adams said. "He seems to think it'll bring him in three hundred and fifty dollars!"A faint tremulousness became evident in the husky voice.
"Haven't you got it?"
"NO, I haven't got it!" his father answered. "And I've got to go to a bank for more than my pay-roll next week. Do you think I'm a mint?""I don't understand what you mean, Walter," Mrs. Adams interposed, perplexed and distressed. "If your father had the money, of course he'd need every cent of it, especially just now, and, anyhow, you could scarcely expect him to give it to you, unless you told us what you want with it. But he hasn't got it.""All right," Walter said; and after standing a moment more, in silence, he added, impersonally, "I don't see as you ever did anything much for me, anyhow either of you."Then, as if this were his valedictory, he turned his back upon them, walked away quickly, and was at once lost to their sight in the darkness.
"There's a fine boy to've had the trouble of raising!" Adams grumbled. "Just crazy, that's all.""What in the world do you suppose he wants all that money for?"his wife said, wonderingly. "I can't imagine what he could DOwith it. I wonder ----" She paused. "I wonder if he----""If he what?" Adams prompted her irritably.
"If he COULD have bad--associates."
"God knows!" said Adams. "_I_ don't! It just looks to me like he had something in him I don't understand. You can't keep your eye on a boy all the time in a city this size, not a boy Walter's age. You got a girl pretty much in the house, but a boy'll follow his nature. _I_ don't know what to do with him!"Mrs. Adams brightened a little. "He'll come out all right," she said. "I'm sure he will. I'm sure he'd never be anything really bad: and he'll come around all right about the glue-works, too;you'll see. Of course every young man wants money--it doesn't prove he's doing anything wrong just because he asks you for it.""No. All it proves to me is that he hasn't got good sense asking me for three hundred and fifty dollars, when he knows as well as you do the position I'm in! If I wanted to, I couldn't hardly let him have three hundred and fifty cents, let alone dollars!""I'm afraid you'll have to let ME have that much-- and maybe a little more," she ventured, timidly; and she told him of her plans for the morrow. He objected vehemently.
"Oh, but Alice has probably asked him by this time," Mrs. Adams said. "It really must be done, Virgil: you don't want him to think she's ashamed of us, do you?""Well, go ahead, but just let me stay away," he begged. "Of course I expect to undergo a kind of talk with him, when he gets ready to say something to us about Alice, but I do hate to have to sit through a fashionable dinner.""Why, it isn't going to bother you," she said; "just one young man as a guest.""Yes, I know; but you want to have all this fancy cookin'; and Isee well enough you're going to get that old dress suit out of the cedar chest in the attic, and try to make me put it on me.""I do think you better, Virgil."
"I hope the moths have got in it," he said. "Last time I wore it was to the banquet, and it was pretty old then. Of course Ididn't mind wearing it to the banquet so much, because that was what you might call quite an occasion." He spoke with some reminiscent complacency; "the banquet," an affair now five years past, having provided the one time in his life when he had been so distinguished among his fellow-citizens as to receive an invitation to be present, with some seven hundred others, at the annual eating and speech-making of the city's Chamber of Commerce. "Anyhow, as you say, I think it would look foolish of me to wear a dress suit for just one young man," he went on protesting, feebly. "What's the use of all so much howdy-do, anyway? You don't expect him to believe we put on all that style every night, do you? Is that what you're after?""Well, we want him to think we live nicely," she admitted.
