“I’ll take two,” Ruth said, accepting the sale which the man had
forced rather than deciding it herself.
He selected two boxes from the pile at his side and, glancing at her
face sharply once more, he handed her the boxes and thanked her. She
thrust the boxes into her muff and hurried on.
When she realized the strangeness of this transaction a few moments
later, it seemed to have been wholly due to the beggar’s having
taken advantage of her excitement after meeting Gerry Hull and her
uneasiness at being followed by the German. She had no use for two
boxes of cheap pencils and she could not afford to give a dollar to
a street cripple who probably was an impostor. She felt that she had
acted quite crazily; now she had to take a North State Street car to
return to her room.
She had been saving, out of her money which she kept for herself, a
ridiculous little fund to enable her perhaps to take advantage of a
chance to “do” something some day; now because Lieutenant Hull had
spoken kindly to her, she had flung away a dollar. She tried to keep
her thought from her foolishness; and she succeeded in this readily
by reviewing all the slight incident of her meeting with Gerry Hull.
She had known something about him ever since she was a little girl,
and pictures of him--a little boy with his grandfather--and articles
about his grandfather and about him, too, appeared in the Chicago
newspaper which her father read. Ruth could recall her father
telling her about the great Andrew Hull, how he had come to Chicago
as a poor boy and had made himself one of the greatest men in the
industrial life of the nation; how he owned land and city buildings
and great factories and railroads; and the reason that the
newspapers so often printed the picture of the little boy was
because some day he would own them all.
And Ruth knew that this had come true; and that the little boy,
whose bold, likeable face had looked out upon her from the pictures;
the tall, handsome, athletic and reckless youth who had gone to
school in the East and, later, in England had become the possessor
of great power and wealth in Chicago but instead of being at all
spoiled by it, he was a clean, brave young man--a soldier having
offered himself and having fought in the most perilous of all
services and having fought well; a soldier who was a little flushed
and excited about being home again among his people and who had
spoken friendlily to her.
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