A look of pride and delight beamed in the careworn face of the elder
Desmond, and the stoop came out of his shoulders a little as if a weight
had been lifted from them. He had expected the boy would meet the news
bravely and carry himself well. He knew his own blood. The Desmonds had
never yet been the men to cry baby when unpleasant things had to be
faced, and yet—he knew now how it had weighed upon him—he had feared in
his heart for the effect of the news on his only son. He knew of the low
marks at the preparatory school, and how careless and pleasure loving the
boy had seemed. There had been one or two escapades, also, things which
showed carelessness and high spirits rather than viciousness, and they
had worried him a good deal.
“I think we shall be able to keep the house, here,” said the father,
“though we shall have to live rather simply. The horses must go and most
of the servants, but when that is done and things straightened out a bit,
we shall owe no man a penny. The hardest rub is coming in the business.
There we must reorganize and retrench, and the office force is badly cut
down.”
Harry hesitated, though it was only for a moment, and swallowed a lump in
his throat. He had a pretty good idea of the drudgery of the office. The
younger clerks came in at eight or before, and never got away until six.
That was for every week in the year, except a brief vacation of ten days
or so. He thought of his Saturdays and holidays, of the long vacation in
the heat of summer; and then he saw the careworn look in his father’s
face, and he held up his head and spoke swiftly.
“I’d be glad to help you in the office if I can, sir,” he said; “I’m
pretty handy at figures and have a good idea of book-keeping. I’d like to
do it, if you’ll only let me. A year or two of it would be good for me.
Then, if things go better, it will not be too late to go to college after
all. Perhaps I shall feel more like it then.” He smiled somewhat grimly,
mentally noting how swiftly ideas and ideals change. College, which had
seemed inevitable only a few short hours before, had not appealed to
him except as a pleasant place to spend time and enjoy himself. Now he
suddenly seemed to see how useful it might be to him in the future, yet
that he would probably not be able to go there.
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