I left the house feeling very much like crying, for the mood of Aunt
Agnes was less defiant and more pitiful than usual. It seemed as though
her iron spirit had yielded at last to the repeated opposition of an
unkind world. And of those who had resisted her wishes and commands I
was certainly among the chief. I had tried, was trying now, to live what
she liked to call a sober life,--but all in vain, so far as winning her
approval. Was there no way in which I could make her happy, and smooth
the stern frown from her features before she died? I would certainly
make the endeavor; and under the influence of this determination I
revolved with a freshened interest as I went along the street the
circumstances of a curious incident that had befallen me a week ago at
Mr. Chelm's office. So absorbed was I that I did not notice the
approach of Mr. Spence and Miss Kingsley until they were close upon me.
I bowed with politeness; but though the philosopher hesitated, he turned
his pale face away and looked in another direction. As for Miss
Kingsley, she regarded me with a cold and haughty stare, as though we
had never met.
II.
The incident to which I have vaguely alluded was the result of an
arrangement between Mr. Chelm and myself, that the door connecting our
offices should be left ajar during the visits of his clients, except
where privacy was important. In the latter case he was very careful, of
course, to close it; but unless he did so I had his permission to listen
to what was said. This soon became my favorite diversion, and I even
came to the office for the purpose on other days than my usual one. A
great many strange people came to consult Mr. Chelm, and I thus picked
up a stock of miscellaneous information about business matters as well
as some new ideas regarding human nature. Sometimes when the visitors
seemed particularly interesting I would venture to peep round the corner
or through the crack of the door, so as to catch a glimpse of them.
Afterward Mr. Chelm often told me more about them, and in instances
where pecuniary aid could be of service allowed me to come to the
rescue; for there were numerous persons who resorted to him for relief,
knowing that he was a charitable man who had helped others. If he had
the leisure, he always lent a sympathetic ear to their stories, and if
he could not aid them was uniformly kind and considerate.
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