a hand?"
"Yea," he answered, soberly.
"Perhaps--perhaps this is another of the things that could n't have
happened to either of us alone."
"I think you are right," he answered.
He did not dare to look at her.
"Perhaps that is true of all the good things in the world," she
hazarded.
"Perhaps."
Once again the golden mist--once again the aching yearning.
The telephone jangled harshly. It was a warning from the world beyond
the hedge, the world they had forgotten.
The sound of it was to him like the savage clang of barbaric war-gongs.
With her permission he answered it himself. It was a message from his
man at the Waldorf.
"He's making an awful fuss, sir. He says as how he wants to go home.
I can hold him all right, only I thought I 'd let you know."
"Thanks, I 'll be right down."
"I 'd better go back to your brother," he said to her as he hung up the
receiver. "I want to have a talk with him before bringing him home."
Her eyes grew moist.
"How am I ever going to repay you for all you 've done?"
"You 've repaid me already," he answered briefly and left at once.
CHAPTER XVIII
_The Making of a Man_
Donaldson with hands in his pockets stood in front of Arsdale, who had
slumped down into a big leather chair, and admired his work. There was
much still to be done, but, comparing the man before him with the thing
he had brought in here some thirty hours before, the improvement was
most satisfactory. Arsdale, with trimmed hair and clean, shaven face,
in a new outfit from shoes to collar, and sane even if depressed, began
to look a good deal of a man.
"How do you feel now?" inquired Donaldson.
Arsdale hitched forward and resting his chin in his hands, elbows on
knees, stared at the floor.
"Like hell," he answered.
Donaldson frowned.
"You deserve to, but you oughtn't," he said.
"Oh, I deserve it all right. I deserve it--and more!"
"Yes, you do. But that does n't help any."
Arsdale groaned.
"There is n't any help. I 've made a beastly mess out of my life, out
of myself."
"I wish I could disagree, but I can't," answered Donaldson.
He walked up and down a moment before the fellow studying him. He was
worried and perplexed. The task before him was an unpleasant one. He
had to overcome a natural repugnance to interference in the life of
another. Under ordinary circumstances he would have watched Arsdale go
to his doom with a feeling of nothing but i
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