"
"See my father!" gasped the girl.
"Yes, Miss Gladys."
"But what for?"
"To try to get him to see how wicked these things are."
The other was staring at him with wide-open, startled eyes. "Do you
mean," she cried, "that you want to go to my father and talk to him
about what he's doing in politics?"
"Why, yes, Miss Gladys--what else can I do?"
And Miss Gladys took out her handkerchief, and leaned down upon the
table, hiding her face. She was overcome with some emotion, the nature
of which was not apparent.
The boy was naturally alarmed. "Miss Gladys!" he cried. "You aren't
angry with me?"
She answered, in a muffled voice, "No, Samuel--no!"
Then she looked up, her face somewhat red. "Go and see him, Samuel!"
she said.
"You don't mind?" he cried anxiously.
"No, not in the least," she said. "Go right ahead and see what you can
do. He's a very bad, worldly man; and if you can soften his heart, it
will be the best thing for all of us."
"And it won't make any difference in our relationship?" he asked.
"In our relationship?" she repeated; and then, "Not in the least. But
mind, of course, don't say anything about that to him. Don't give him
any idea that you know me!"
"Of course not, Miss Gladys."
"Tell him that you come from the church. And give it to him good and
hard, Samuel--for I'm sure he's done everything you told me, and lots
that is worse.
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