. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. whackedheartily on the shoulder, andwhisked about to view a rejuvenat-ed Mr. Hobby, ruddy and smilingand almost boyish. And how are you, Mr. Peglow?said the firm heartily. T am well, Mr. Hobby, and I amindeed glad to see you, sir. You are looking fine, comment-ed Mr. Hobby. Has everythinggone all right? Oh, yes, sir; I think so. Mr. Hobby swept a glance aroundthe office and nodded his head, asif in confirmation. The door to theinner office was closed. No soundcame from beyond it, although he listened almost fearfully. Then hetiptoed toward it softly, l
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. whackedheartily on the shoulder, andwhisked about to view a rejuvenat-ed Mr. Hobby, ruddy and smilingand almost boyish. And how are you, Mr. Peglow?said the firm heartily. T am well, Mr. Hobby, and I amindeed glad to see you, sir. You are looking fine, comment-ed Mr. Hobby. Has everythinggone all right? Oh, yes, sir; I think so. Mr. Hobby swept a glance aroundthe office and nodded his head, asif in confirmation. The door to theinner office was closed. No soundcame from beyond it, although he listened almost fearfully. Then hetiptoed toward it softly, listenedagain, and finally opened it and en-tered. There was nobody there. Thetypewriter stood pathetically onMiss Picketts desk. He ran hisfinger along the top of the frameand found it thick with dust. An-other layer of dust coated the dic-tionary. Mr. Hobby contemplatedthe scene for a moment and thenSighed deeply. Peglow had done it, after all. Peg-low was a braver man than was something unpleasantin the thought. Peglow was his. Ah! exclaimed Mr. Hobby, So shewent in happiness and not in sor-row. partner now. Why shouldnt Peg-low have been brave? He had amotive, an ambition. For the sakeof the ambition he had—Mr. Hobbytried not to think about it. Ofcourse, he wanted Peglow for hispartner, but he disliked to reflectthat his desire had been won insuch a way. At any rate, it washis own fault, and he reproachedhimself for it. He never shouldhave made such a condition He hadforced Peglow to do it. He hadshirked his own duty, and had offer-ed the performance of it as a sortof bribe to another. The old-time 124 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE silence of the office no longer seem-ed so joyful as it did in other , he seemed to miss thatmaddening peck-peck-peck. Mr. Hobby stepped into the outeroffice again and closed the door be-hind him softly. Mr. Peglow waslaboring over his accounts, his con-science apparently easy. The headof the firm studied his back in sil-ence for
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