Charles argued warmly. He was chagrined at the ease and decision with
which the sure young woman brushed his arguments aside. Nor did the
consciousness that she was probably sound in her positions soothe his
masculine sense of the fitness of things at all. With a subtle loss of
enthusiasm, he broached his second plan; and it too was summarily thrown
out of court. That plan had called for an investigation of the "due
cause" by the City Council--an intention attributed by the generous
"Post" reporter to the well-known citizen, unnamed. Finding his
supporting shoulder thus rejected, Charles demanded what was _her_
plan, then. And it seemed that Mary's plan was merely to wait until May,
when the terms of three members of the local Board expired (all of them
Mysinger men), and then to see to it that these places were filled with
men friendly to her.
The plan seemed to the young man so feeble and remote, so
uncharacteristic and tame, as to indicate a certain indifference in her.
He sat eyeing her a moment with intent speculation, and then said
deliberately:--
"That's good enough for publication purposes, I suppose. But--you're
thinking of something very different, aren't you?"
"Am I?--what do you suspect?" said Mary, continuing her labors of
paper-sorting.
"It's occurred to me that you have rather a brilliant revenge up your
sleeve all the time. What'll you care for little pigs like Mysinger,
when you go off as General Secretary of the League?"
The self-contained young woman surprised him by throwing both arms above
her head and saying, passionately. "If I only could! Oh, oh! If I only
could!"
Charles's gaze became fixed. "But you're going to, aren't you?"
Her arms fell and she said, in another voice: "No, I don't think I'm
going to land it, you see!"
"Not going to--! Why, I thought you were practically sure!"
"That's the worst of it--I _was_, for a few wild weeks. Now I'm positive
I'm not."
"Why!--but what's happened?"
"Oh," said she, light and calm again, "merely reading between the lines
of Dr. Ames's letters. I hear from him all the time about the State
work--once a week, at least. But he's never referred at all to the talk
we had--about my being Secretary--from the first. Of course, I've
wondered. And then yesterday--no, day before--I had a letter asking if I
expected to be in New York any time before fall. He said he'd like to
talk with me about my work here."
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