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attack on the propertied classesthe intelligent classes。''
‘‘I see your eyes are being opened； my boy；'' said Kelly in a kindly tone that showed how deeply he appreciated this unexpected recognition of his own notion of his mission。 ‘‘You young silk stocking fellows up at the University Club； and the Lincoln and the Jefferson； have been indulging in a lot of loose talk against the fellows that do the hard work in politicsthe fellows that helped your fathers to make fortunes and that are helping you boys to keep 'em。 If I didn't have a pretty level head on me； I'd take my hands off and give Dorn and his gang a chance at you。
I tell you； when you fool with that reform nonsense； you play with fire in a powder mill。''
‘‘But II had an idea that you wanted me to go ahead；'' said Davy。
‘‘Not the way you started last spring；'' replied Kelly。 ‘‘Not the way you'd 'a gone if I hadn't taken hold。 I've been saving you in spite of yourselves。 Thanks to me； your party's on a sound； conservative basis and won't do any harm and may do some good in teaching a lesson to those of our boys that've been going a little too far。 It ain't good for an organization to win always。''
‘‘Victor Dorn seemed to be sureabsolutely sure；'' said Hull。 ‘‘And he's pretty shrewd at politics isn't he？''
‘‘Don't worry about him； I tell you；'' replied Kelly。
The sudden hardening of his voice and of his never notably soft face was tribute stronger than any words to Dorn's ability as a politician； to his power as an antagonist。 Davy felt a sinister intentand he knew that Dick Kelly had risen because he would stop at nothing。 He was as eager to get away from the boss as the boss was to be rid of him。 The intrusion of a henchman； to whom Kelly had no doubt signaled； gave him the excuse。 As soon as he had turned from the City Hall into Morton Street he slackened to as slow a walk as his length of leg would permit。 Moving along； absorbed in uncomfortable thoughts； he startled violently when he heard Selma Gordon's voice：
‘‘How d'you do； Mr。 Hull？ I was hoping I'd see you to…day。''
She was standing before himthe same fascinating embodiment of life and health and untamed energy； the direct； honest glance。
‘‘I want to talk to you；'' she went on； ‘‘and I can't； walking beside you。 You're far too tall。 Come into the park and we'll sit on that bench under the big maple。''
He had mechanically lifted his hat； but he had not spoken。 He did not find words until they were seated side by side； and then all he could say was：
‘‘I'm very glad to see you againvery glad； indeed。''
In fact； he was the reverse of glad； for he was afraid of her； afraid of himself when under the spell of her presence。 He who prided himself on his self…control； he could not account for the effect this girl had upon him。 As he sat there beside her the impulse Jane Hastings had so adroitly checked came surging back。 He had believed； had hoped it was gone for good and all。 He found that in its mysterious hiding place it had been gaining strength。 Quite clearly he saw how absurd was the idea of making this girl his wifehe tall and she not much above the bend of his elbow； he conventional； and she the incarnation of passionate revolt against the restraints of class and form and custom which he not only conformed to but religiously believed in。 And she set stirring in him all kinds of vague； wild longings to run amuck socially and politicallylongings that； if indulged； would ruin him for any career worthy of the name。
He stood up。 ‘‘I must goI really must；'' he said； confusedly。
She laid her small； strong hand on his arma natural； friendly gesture with her； and giving no suggestion of familiarity。 Even as she was saying； ‘‘Pleaseonly a moment；'' he dropped back to the seat。
‘‘Wellwhat is it？'' he said abruptly； his gaze resolutely away from her face。
‘‘Victor was telling me this morning about his talk with you；'' she said in her rapid； energetic way。 ‘‘He was depressed because he had failed。 But I felt sure I feel surethat he hasn't。 In our talk the other day； Mr。 Hull； I got a clear idea of your character。 A woman understands better。 And I know that； after Victor told you the plain truth about the situation； you couldn't go on。''
David looked round rather wildly； swallowed hard several times； said hoarsely： ‘‘I won't； if you'll marry me。''
But for a slight change of expression or of color Davy would have thought she had not heardor perhaps that he had imagined he was uttering the words that forced themselves to his lips in spite of his efforts to suppress them。 For she went on in the same impetuous； friendly way：
‘‘It seemed to me that you have an instinct for the right that's unusual in men of your class。 At least； I think it's unusual。 I confess I've not known any man of your class except youand I know you very slightly。 It was I that persuaded Victor to go to you。 He believes that a man's class feeling controls him makes his moral sensecompels his actions。 But I thought you were an exceptionand he yielded after I urged him a while。''
‘‘I don't know WHAT I am；'' said Hull gloomily。 ‘‘I think I want to do right。 Butwhat is right？ Not theoretical right； but the practical； workable thing？''
‘‘That's true；'' conceded Selma。 ‘‘We can't always be certain what's right。 But can't we always know what's wrong？ And； Mr。 Hull； it is wrongaltogether wrongand YOU know it's wrongto lend your name and your influence and your reputation to that crowd。 They'd let you do a little goodwhy？ To make their professions of reform seem plausible。 To fool the people into trusting them again。 And under cover of the little good you were showily doing； how much mischief they'd do！ If you'll go back over the history of this townof any townof any countryyou'll find that most of the wicked thingsthe things that pile the burdens on the shoulders of the poorthe masses most of the wicked things have been done under cover of just such men as you； used as figureheads。''
‘‘But I want to build up a new partya party of honest men； honestly led；'' said Davy。
‘‘Led by your sort of young men？ I mean young men of your class。
Led by young lawyers and merchants and young fellows living on inherited incomes？ Don't you see that's impossible；'' cried Selma。 ‘‘They are all living off the labor of others。 Their whole idea of life is exploiting the massesis reaping where they have not sown or reaping not only what they've sown but also what others have sownfor they couldn't buy luxury and all the so…called refinements of life for themselves and their idle families merely with what they themselves could earn。 How can you build up a really HONEST party with such men？ They may mean well。 They no doubt are honest； up to a certain point。 But they will side with their class； in every crisis。 And their class is the exploiting class。''
‘‘I don't agree with you；'' said Davy。 ‘‘You are not fair to us。''
‘‘How！'' demanded Selma。
‘‘I couldn't argue with you；'' replied Hull。 ‘‘All I'll say is that you've seen only the one sideonly the side of the working class。''
‘‘That toils without ceasingits men； its women； its children'' said the girl with