54 Mr. Boylecitement as I saw more and more clearlyhow near I had come to having a part inliving drama."He could have done it with a revolver,easy," said Hank, looking up at thestars."And if he had been there to shoot atthe coyote, he would have dropped it inits tracks; he would have blown theheart out of it!""Not much he wouldn't!" Hank protested,rising upon his elbow. "Hewould have—he would have "He lay down again."What would he have done?" I persisted,eager to thrash out the topic.No answer.Suddenly my breath left me. Thingswhirled. I could only sit there in thehalf-light, gaping, one hand outstretchedin a gesture that would never be finished."I know what Bud Howland wouldhave done," I said at length, trying tocontrol my voice." What would he have done ? " I couldhardly hear him." He would have made only a fair shot,not good or bad, just as you did." Iwaited. "Wouldn't he?"There was a long silence; then—"It's been kind of lonesome for melately," he muttered, "till I met up withyou."I leaned toward him."What are you reaching out for, perfessor?""For your hand, Bud Howland," Icried. " For your hand !"MR.BOYLEBy Mary Raymond Shipman AndrewsILLUSTRATION (FRONTISPIECE) BY ALONZOKIMBALLIN a big room in the basementof a big building ahandful of grave-faced ladsworked. They workedwith a vigor, an intensity,a whole-heartedness which,summed up and stood on end and rammedinto a cannon or converted into waterpoweror concentrated on the WhiteHouse, would have driven a South Americanrevolution or run large factories orhandled the nation tidily for a month.There was no lack of earnestness or responsibilityin the office of the Law Recordon this night or on any night.No more was there lack of brains.These were the picked men of the lawschool of a great university, the board ofeditors of a review whose large reputationit was theirs to guard and to enlarge.They guarded it and tried to enlarge itevery night of their young lives, till aboutone of the morning, with all their mightand main. An informed observer lookinginto the pleasant, spacious office atsuch a time would have been seized, like-ly, with a prophetic interest in the facesbent, in the light of electric "rubbernecks,"over ponderous volumes, oversheets upon sheets of big, thin paper.That sallow lad with the square jaw andthe burning, dark eyes, around whoseswivel chair were piled up calfskin tomes—was one regarding a future chief justiceof the Supreme Court, inspecting hisrather unattractive countenance? Theboy with the thin, carved features andsandy hair and historic name—would hecome to be as celebrated, perhaps, as hisgrandfather? And the roly-poly youth,beaming and dimpling even as he divedinto "Wigmore on Evidence"—was Fatekeeping the dignity of a judge's gown inreserve for his easy curves?The observer of hypothesis would havereflected that all of these had provedthemselves, as far as twenty-three yearsmay be proved, to have brains and character,before they reached this holy ofholies of the Record office, the most enviedhonor of the course. All of them hadsurrendered eagerly society and diverse
"Two little maids in blue!O-oh—two little maids in blue!Two little, two little, two little maids!O-o-oh! two little maids in blue!"The brogue rolled like an anthem; onelistened for every syllable. As one lookedthrough the open door a lantern, coincidentwith voice and shuffling, cast fantasticlights in unreasonable leaps up anddown the wall. The old board, seven ofthem, were grinning at the astonishmentof the new men. This apparition was notunknown to the elder lords of the LawRecord."It's Mr. Boyle, the night-watchman,"Holloway Byrd, editor in chief, explainedto whom it might concern.Mr. Boyle 55diversions to slave at this job for the sparetime of their days and for half of theirnights. Only fresh strength in its primecould stand the strain on top of the necessarylaw-school work, and to stand it eventhus one must cut out sternly dinners anddances and the pleasure of one's kind.Such a company it was who sat working,scattered at desks about the largeroom, absorbed, responsible, yet eachalive boy under it all, at twelve-thirty of anight in May. The room was quiet. Astorm of wind and rain and thunder hadraged earlier and died down and left theearth steeped in a sullen hush. The boysbent each over his desk, rustled papers,at intervals dropped law-books or turnedleaves; a hum of low voices arose from acorner where one editor read proof to another.Except for such small sounds,there was no sound at all. Into this midnightmonotone came then an interruptionwhich made the busy workers stir andlift their heads as one man. It was theshuffling of feet down the tiled floor ofthe dark corridor outside the office—feetshuffling not listlessly, but as of mirthintent, in the rhythm of a jig. The oldereditors smiled and went on with theirwork; the new board, beginning work today,peered."What the dickens?" asked Cass Emory.And with that there was another sound,a man's voice singing in an undertone,tentative yet clear enough for every wordto be understood, as the sliding, dancingfeet progressed down the hall.is oncest shtopped.The apparition was present. He stoodin the doorway, a robust Irishman offifty, fresh-colored, blue-eyed, grizzledand curly of hair, bursting with good-willto men."Good evenin', me distinguishedfri'nds," he greeted the roomful in deep,sweet tones. And immediately there wasa yell in chorus which proved these wiseyoung Daniels to be, as stated above,alive boys."Good evening, Mr. Boyle," theyshouted, slamming down law-books, shovingaway papers, glad, like boys, of aninterruption in the grind. The new menjoined in the diapason—"Good evening,Mr. Boyle."Mr. Boyle beamed. "An' how are th'young shtatesmen to-noight?" he inquiredcordially, and at once was scrutinizingheavy law-books on the desknearest. He selected one, the largest insize, and, opening it reverently, gazed intoits depths. " Th' law is a fear-rful shtudy.Th' law is an exthry-ardin'ry shtudy,"said Mr. Boyle. "An' don't yez iver gittoird of shtudyin' th' law?""You bet your life we do," respondedBob Esterbrook with a mighty yawn anda stretching of arms. "I'm dead tirednow. Seems about three-thirty. I thinkthat clock's stopped, Mr. Boyle. Whydon't you keep your clocks going?""Me distinguished fri'nd," answeredMr. Boyle with dignity, " 'tis twelve yearsOi've wor-rked in me prisint profishin, an'in all thim years not wan clock of thefor-rty-sivin in the b'ildin's in me chargeThot's what.""I was joking, Mr. Boyle," explainedEsterbrook hurriedly and went on: "Wehave some new friends on the board tonight,you see. Allow me to presentthem." With a hand on the shoulder ofCass Emory, small and round and rosy,"This is Mr. Abraham Lincoln, Jr.," hestated."Is thot so?" Mr. Boyle answeredwith courtesy, with readiness. "Shurean' I see th' family loikeness, sor-r.""And that gentleman is Mr. TheodoreRoosevelt," Esterbrook continued. "Thetall, handsome one is Prince Oon Kakon,of Greece."Mr. Boyle was not abashed. He lookedthe strangers in the eye with friendliness.
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