nthropic laws, and
when Mr. Sands declared an eagerness to go to work, brought him to
Senator Hanway, who promptly berthed him upon the Government printing
office, where he was given a "case," and commenced tossing up types
after the manner of a master.

If Senator Hanway had been able to probe the future, instead of setting
Mr. Sands to work that December afternoon, he would have paid his way to
London, had a trans-Atlantic trip been made the price of being rid of
him. But a Senator is not a soothsayer, and no impression of the kind
once touched him. He got Mr. Sands his billet, and said it gave him
pleasure to comply with the request of his young friend, Mr. Storms. To
Richard, the hereafter was as opaque as it was to Senator Hanway, and,
having seen his protege installed, he walked away unconscious of a morn
to dawn when Mr. Sands would recur as an instance of that bread upon the
waters which returns after many days.

CHAPTER VIII

HOW STORRI WOOED MRS. HANWAY-HARLEY

Storri was a sensualist to his fingers' ends. Being a sensualist, he was
perforce an egotist, and the smallest of his desires became the star by
which he laid his course. Through stress of appetites, as powerful as
they were gross, he had grown sharp to calculate, and quick to see. He
was controlled and hurried down by currents of a turbid selfishness; nor
would he have stopped at any cruelty, balked at any crime, when prompted
of what brute hungers kept his soul awake. He might have wept over
failure, never from remorse. And Storri had set his savage heart on
Dorothy.

Dorothy felt an aversion to Storri, and she could not have told you why.
The mystery of it, however, put no question to her; she yielded with
folded hands, passive to its influence. She did not hate Storri, she
shrunk from him; his nearness chilled her like the nearness of a
reptile. Kipling, the matchless, tells how a Russian does not become
alarming until he tucks in his shirt, and insists upon himself as the
most Eastern of Western peoples instead of the most Western of Eastern
peoples. There is truth to sit at the bottom of this. Dorothy would have
met Storri with indifference had that nobleman seen fit to catalogue
himself, socially, as a Kalmuck Tartar, not of her strain and tribe; she
was set a-shudder when made to meet him under conditions which admitted
the propriety of marriage between them, should she and he agree. As it
stood, Dorothy was alive for flight the mo