“I am a teacher in the M Street High School,” she said, “and we have some intelligent boys there who work their way through.”
“Yes,” said the Senator.
‚ÄúSome,‚Äù continued Miss Wynn, tapping her boot on the carpet, ‚Äúsome‚ÅÝ‚Äîwait on table.‚Äù
The Senator slowly put the paper in his pocket.
“And now,” he said, “Miss Wynn, what can I do for you?”
She looked at him.
“If Judge Haynes is reappointed to the school-board I shall probably continue to teach in the M Street High School,” she said slowly.
The Senator made a memorandum and said:
‚ÄúI shall not forget Miss Wynn‚ÅÝ‚Äînor her friends.‚Äù And he bowed, glancing at Alwyn.
The woman contemplated Bles in momentary perplexity, then bowing in turn, left. Bles followed, debating just what he ought to say, how far he might venture to accompany her, what‚ÅÝ‚Äîbut she easily settled it all.
‚ÄúI thank you‚ÅÝ‚Äîgoodbye,‚Äù she said briefly at the door, and was gone. Bles did not know whether to feel relieved or provoked, or disappointed, and by way of compromise felt something of all three.
The next morning he received notice of his appointment to a clerkship in the Treasury Department, at a salary of nine hundred dollars. The sum seemed fabulous and he was in the seventh heaven. For many days the consciousness of wealth, the new duties, the street scenes, and the city life kept him more than busy.