''
``I should think it would!'' cried Miss Hastings. ``If my father
had known----'' She caught her breath. ``But he MUST have
known! He was on the train that day.''
``You don't understand business, Jen. Your father wouldn't
interfere with the management of the corporation .''
``He makes money out of it--doesn't he?''
``So do we all get money out of corporations that are compelled
to do all sorts of queer things. But we can't abolish the
system--we've got to reform it. That's why I'm in politics--and
want you----''
``Something must be done about that,'' interrupted Jane. ``I
shall talk to father----''
``For heaven's sake, Jen,'' cried David in alarm, ``don't tell
your father I'VE been stirring you up. He's one of the powers in
politics in this State, and----''
``I'll not give you away, Davy,'' said Miss Hastings a little
contemptuously. ``I want to hear more about this Victor Dorn.
I'll get that money for him and his mother. Is he very poor?''
``Well--you'd call him poor. But he says he has plenty. He runs
a small paper. I think he makes about twenty-five dollars a week
out of it--and a little more out of lecturing. Then--every once
in a while he goes back to his trade--to keep his hand in and
enjoy the luxury of earning honest money, as he puts it.''
``How queer!'' exclaimed Miss Hastings. ``I would like to meet
him. Is he--very ignorant?''
``Oh, no--no, indeed. He's worked his way through college--and
law school afterward.
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