"Our muckraking, as you call it, isn"t a question of temper, Dad," said Hal earnestly. "It"s a question of policy. What the "Clarion" is doing, is done because we"re trying to be a newspaper. We"ve got to stick to that. I"ve given my word."
"Who to?"
"To the men on the staff."
"What"s more," put in McGuire Ellis, turning at the door on his way out to see a caller, "the fellows have got hold of the idea. That"s what gives the "Clarion" the go it"s got. We"re all rowing one stroke."
"And the captain can"t very well quit in mid-race." Hal took up the other"s metaphor, as the door closed behind him. "So you see, Dad, I"ve got to see it through, no matter what it costs me."
The father"s rich voice dropped to a murmur. "Hasn"t it cost you something more than money, already, Boyee? I understand Miss Esme is a pretty warm friend of Pierce"s girl."
Hal winced.
"All right, Boyee. I don"t want to pry. But lots of things come quietly to the old man"s ear. You"ve got a right to your secrets."
"It isn"t any secret, Dad. In fact, it isn"t anything any more," said Hal, smiling wanly. "Yes, the price was pretty high. I don"t think any other will ever be so high."
Dr. Surtaine heaved his bulk out of the chair and laid a heavy arm across his son"s shoulder.
"Boyee, you and I don"t agree on a lot of things. We"re going to keep on not agreeing about a lot of things. You think I"m an old fogy with low-brow standards. I think you"ve got a touch of that prevalent disease of youth, fool-in-the-head. But, I guess, as father and son, pal and pal, we"re pretty well suited,--eh?"
"Yes," said Hal. There was that in the monosyllable which wholly contented the older man.
"Go ahead with your "Clarion," Boyee. Blow your fool head off. Deave us all deaf. Play any tune you want, and pay yourself for your piping. I won"t interfere--any more"n I can help, being an old meddler by taste.
Blood"s thicker than water, they say. I guess it"s thicker than printer"s ink, too. Remember this, right or wrong, win or lose, Boyee, I"m with you."
CHAPTER XVIII
MILLY
All Hal"s days now seemed filled with Pierce. Pierce"s friends, dependents, employees, a.s.sociates wrote in, denouncing the "Clarion,"
canceling subscriptions, withdrawing advertis.e.m.e.nts. Pierce"s club, the Huron, compelled the abandonment of Mr. Harrington Surtaine"s candidacy.
Pierce"s clergyman bewailed the low and vindictive tone of modern journalism. The Pierce newspapers kept hara.s.sing the "Clarion"; the Pierce banks evinced their financial disapproval; the Pierce lawyers diligently sought new causes of offense against the foe; while Pierce"s mayor persecuted the newspaper office with further petty enforcements and exactions. Pierce"s daughter, however, fled the town. With her went Miss Esme Elliot. According to the society columns, including that of the "Clarion," they were bound for a restful voyage on the Pierce yacht.
From time to time Editor Surtaine retaliated upon the foe, employing the news of the slow progress of Miss Cleary, the nurse, to maintain interest in the topic. Protests invariably followed, sometimes from sources which puzzled the "Clarion." One of the protestants was Hugh Merritt, the young health officer of the city, who expressed his views to McGuire Ellis one day.
"No," Ellis reported to his employer, on the interview, "he didn"t exactly ask that we let up entirely. But he seemed to think we were going too strong. I couldn"t quite get his reasons, except that he thought it was a terrible thing for the Pierce girl, and she so young.
Queer thing from Merritt. They don"t make "em any straighter than he is."
Alone of the lot of protests, that of Mrs. Festus Willard gained a response from Hal.
"You"re treating her very harshly, Hal."
"We"re giving the facts, Lady Jinny."
"_Are_ they the facts? _All_ the facts?"
"So far as human eyes could see them."
"Men"s eyes don"t see very far where a woman is concerned. She"s very young and headstrong, and, Hal, she hasn"t had much chance, you know.
She"s Elias Pierce"s daughter."
"Thus having every chance, one would suppose."
"Every chance of having everything. Very little chance of being anything."
There was a pause. Then: "Very well, Hal, I know I can trust you to do what you believe right, at least. That"s a good deal. Festus tells me to let you alone. He says that you must fight your own fight in your own way. That"s the whole principle of salvation in Festus"s creed."
"Not a bad one," said Hal. "I"m not particularly liking to do this, you know, Lady Jinny."
"So I can understand. Have you heard anything from Esme Elliot since she left?"
"No."
"You mustn"t drop out of the set, Hal," said the little woman anxiously.
"You"ve made good so quickly. And our crowd doesn"t take up with the first comer, you know."
Since Esme Elliot had pa.s.sed out of his life, as he told himself, Hal found no incentive to social amus.e.m.e.nts. Hence he scarcely noticed a slow but widening ostracism which shut him out from house after house, under the pressure of the Pierce influence. But Mrs. Festus Willard had perceived and resented it. That any one for whom she had stood sponsor should fail socially in Worthington was both irritating and incredible to her. Hence she made more of Hal than she might otherwise have found time to do, and he was much with her and Festus Willard, deriving, on the one hand, recreation and amus.e.m.e.nt from her sparkling _camaraderie_, and on the other, support and encouragement from her husband"s strong, outspoken, and ruggedly honest common sense. Neither of them fully approved of his attack on Kathleen Pierce, whom they understood better than he did. But they both--and more particularly Festus Willard--appreciated the courage and honor of the "Clarion"s" new standards.
Except for an occasional dinner at their house, and a more frequent hour late in the afternoon or early in the evening, with one or both of them, Hal saw almost nothing of the people into whose social environment he had so readily slipped. Because of his exclusion, there prospered the more naturally a casual but swiftly developing intimacy which had sprung up between himself and Milly Neal.
It began with her coming to Hal for his counsel about her copy. From the first she a.s.sumed an att.i.tude of unquestioning confidence in his wisdom and taste. This flattered the pedagogue which is inherent in all of us.
He was wise enough to see promptly that he must be delicately careful in his criticism, since here he was dealing out not opinion, but gospel.
Poised and self-confident the girl was in her att.i.tude toward herself: the natural consequence of early success and responsibility. But about her writing she exhibited an almost morbid timidity lest it be thought "vulgar" or "common" by the editor-in-chief; and once McGuire Ellis felt called upon to warn Hal that he was "taking all the gimp out of the "Kitty the Cutie" stuff by trying to sewing-circularize it." Of literature the girl knew scarcely anything; but she had an eager ambition for better standards, and one day asked Hal to advise her in her reading.
Not without misgivings he tried her with Stevenson"s "Virginibus Puerisque" and was delighted with the swiftness and eagerness of her appreciation. Then he introduced her by careful selection to the poets, beginning with Tennyson, through Wordsworth, to Browning, and thence to the golden-voiced singers of the sonnet, and all of it she drank in with a wistful and wondering delight. Soon her visits came to be of almost daily occurrence. She would dart in of an evening, to claim or return a book, and sit perched on the corner of the big work-table, like a little, flashing, friendly bird; always exquisitely neat, always vividly pretty and vividly alive. Sometimes the talk wandered from the status of instructor and instructed, and touched upon the progress of the "Clarion," the view which Milly"s little world took of it, possible ways of making it more interesting to the women readers to whom the "Cutie"
column was supposed to cater particularly. More than once the more personal note was touched, and the girl spoke of her coming to the Certina factory, a raw slip of a country creature tied up in calico, and of Dr. Surtaine"s kindness and watchfulness over her.
"He wanted to do well by me because of the old man--my father, I mean,"
she caught herself up, blushing. "They knew each other when I was a kid."
"Where?" asked Hal.
"Oh, out east of here," she answered evasively.
Again she said to him once, "What I like about the "Clarion" is that it"s trying to do something for _folks_. That"s all the religion I could ever get into my head: that human beings are mostly worth treating decently. That counts for more than all your laws and rules and church regulations. I don"t like rules much," she added, twinkling up at him.
"I always want to kick "em over, just as I always want to break through the police lines at a fire."
"But rules and police lines are necessary for keeping life orderly,"
said Hal.
"I suppose so. But I don"t know that I like things too orderly. My teacher called me a lawless little demon, once, and I guess I still am.
Suppose I should break all the rules of the office? Would you fire me?"
And before he could answer she was up and had flashed away.