"That"s exactly what you must do, and write like a horse trotting.
I"ve left two columns open, and I want you to spread yourself."
"Something important?" Lyman asked, sitting down.
"Now, what do you want to talk that way for? It"s a world beater."
"What do you mean?"
"The marriage, don"t you understand? Make two columns out of it and I"ll get fifty subscribers before night. Hurry up, I"ve got a tramp printer waiting for the copy."
"Nonsense," said Lyman, lighting a cigar. "You wouldn"t expect a man to write up his own marriage, any more than you would his own funeral."
"If his funeral was as extraordinary as this marriage I would. Finest piece of news I ever heard of. Never heard of anything to beat it; and we"ll make the hair rise up in this community like bristles on a dog.
Go ahead with it. The tramp"s waiting and I am paying him time."
"Sit down," said Lyman. Warren did so reluctantly. Lyman put his hand on the young man"s shoulder. "My dear boy," said he, "don"t you know it would be very indelicate, not to say vulgar, for us to print a sensational account of that marriage? For a day it might be a news victory, but afterwards it would be a humiliating defeat. To tell you the truth, I am about ready to confess my regret that it happened." He was silent for a moment, as if to take note of Warren"s hard breathing. "And if McElwin had come to me more as a man and less like a mad bull I would have agreed to sign the divorce pet.i.tion. But I don"t like to be driven. I am sorry to disappoint you; it is hard to throw cold water on your warm enthusiasm, but I won"t write a word about the marriage."
Tears gathered in Warren"s eyes. "This life"s not worth living," he said. "Nothing but disappointment all the time. No hope; everything dead."
"But you shouldn"t hang a hope on a poisonous weed, my boy."
"No matter where I hang one, it falls to the dust. But say, you are not going to sign that paper, are you?"
"Not at present. I am man enough to be stubborn."
"Good!" Warren cried, his wonted enthusiasm beginning to rise. "Don"t sign it at all. You"ve got him on the hip, and you can throw him where you please. I"ve been waiting two years to get even with him. He stopped his paper because I printed a communication from a farmer denouncing money sharks. All right," he said, getting up, "we can make the paper go anyway. I"ll put that tramp on another job."
He went out with a rush and the high spirits of glorious and thoughtless youth. Lyman went to the window and gazed over at the bank. The place looked cool and dignified, the province of a bank when other places of business have been forced to an early opening. Lyman smiled at the reflection that there was no c.r.a.pe on the door, as if he had half expected to find it there. "He couldn"t let me have a hundred dollars when I offered to give him a mortgage on the library," he mused. "Said he couldn"t, but he was willing enough to offer the money in exchange for another sort of mortgage. I suppose he thinks it strange that I was not bought upon the instant."
"Well," said Warren, entering the room, "I paid the tramp thirty cents for his time and he has gone away happier than if he had been put to work. What are you doing? Looking at dad"s temple? Fine prospect."
"Yes, for dad."
"But don"t you let him browbeat you out of your rights."
"I won"t. The son-in-law has rights which the father-in-law ought to respect. What sort of a fellow is Zeb Sawyer?"
"Good deal of a bully," Warren answered, standing beside Lyman and looking through the window as if to keep company with the survey of the bank. "He managed by industry and close attention to shoot a man, I understand, and that gave him a kind of pull with society, although the fellow didn"t die. He"s a hustler and makes money, and of course has a firm grip on McElwin"s heart. There are worse fellows, although he didn"t renew his subscription when the time ran out."
While they were looking the porter opened the door of the bank.
"They are going to transact business just the same," said Lyman.
"Yes, they"ve got to pull teeth, no matter what has happened. Do you know that there are lots of fellows around town that would like to come up here and congratulate you, but they are afraid of McElwin."
"I wonder Caruthers hasn"t come," said Lyman.
"No you don"t. You"ve got no use for him and have told him so. h.e.l.loa, yonder comes McElwin and Sawyer. They are crossing the street. By George, I believe they are coming here."
"All right. Let"s step back and stand at ease ready to receive them."
"Say, I believe there"s going to be trouble here," said Warren. "And if there is you wouldn"t mind writing it up, would you?"
"No, I wouldn"t mind. Ordinary trouble is not quite so personally embarra.s.sing as a marriage."
"Shall I keep the columns open?" Warren asked, his eyes dancing.
"No, not on an uncertainty."
"But it is not an uncertainty. They are coming up the stairs."
"Let us sit down," said Lyman.
McElwin and Sawyer entered the long composing room, looked about and then walked slowly toward the law office.
"Come in," said Lyman, as they approached the open door.
"You are not alone," McElwin remarked, as he stepped in, followed by Sawyer.
"Neither are you," said Lyman. "Sit down."
"We have not come to sit down, sir."
"Then you must pardon my not rising. This languid spring air makes me tired."
"Sir, we wish to see you in your private office."
"And that is where you find me. This was my public law office, but now it is my private editorial room."
"But your privacy is invaded," said the banker, glancing at Warren.
"So I have observed," Lyman replied, looking at Sawyer.
"Ah, but enough of this. Can we see you alone."
"I don"t believe I"d waste any more time beating the bush," said Sawyer. "Let"s come to the point."
"That"s not a bad suggestion," Lyman replied. "We have about thrashed all the leaves off the bush."
The banker cleared his throat: "Mr. Lyman, even after a night of worried reflection, I am even now hardly able to realize the monstrous outrage that has been committed at the instance of a theologic imbecile, helped by a travesty on law enacted by a general a.s.sembly of ditch diggers and plowmen."
"That is a very good speech, Mr. McElwin. But I don"t know that any outrage has been committed. Let us call it an irregularity."
"We"ll call it an infernal shame," Sawyer declared, swelling.
"No," Warren struck in, "call it a great piece of news gone wrong. If I had my way it would be creeping down between column rules right now."
"Infamous!" cried the banker. "Don"t you dare to print a word of it."