The City and the World | Page 8

St. Wilbur's Preparatory School and then in the College; but he
was a careful and wise man, this guardian, so, though plenty of money
was allowed him, yet the college authorities had charge of it. They
doled it out to the growing boy and youth in amounts that could neither
spoil nor starve him. It was good for Orville that the guardian had been
thus wise and the college authorities thus prudent. He himself was

generous and kind-hearted; by nature a spendthrift, but by training just
a bit of a miser. He had learned a little about values during these school
and college days.
"Your car is not here yet, Mr. Orville," said the doorman, when the
three moved to leave the club.
"Very unlike your careful Michael," remarked Callovan.
Orville came at once to the defense of his exemplary chauffeur. "I gave
him permission to go to St. Mary's to-night for confession," he said.
"Michael will be here in a moment. He goes to confession every
Saturday night and is a weekly communicant. I can stand a little
tardiness once a week for the sake of having a man like Michael
around."
"Good boy is Michael," put in Thornton. "I wish I could get just a small
dose of his piety. Candidly, I am awfully lonesome sometimes without
a little of it.
A page came running up. "Telephone for you, Mr. Orville," he said;
and at almost the same moment the doorman called out: "Your car is
here now, sir." Orville went to the telephone booth, but returned in a
moment.
"Lucky for us that we waited," he said. "It was Marion who called. She
is at the Congress, and she wants me to take her home. She came
down-town with her brother to meet the Dixes from Omaha, and that
worthless pup has gone off and left her. She knew that I was here
to-night, and 'phoned, hoping to catch me. We will pass around by the
hotel and take her back with us."
When the friends came out, Michael was standing with his hand on the
knob of the big limousine's door. "I am sorry if I made you wait, sir,"
he said. "I had a fainting spell in the church and could not get away
sooner. A doctor said it was a little heart attack; but I am all right now."
Orville answered kindly. "I am sorry you were ill, Michael, but we are

glad enough that you were late. That ill wind for you blew good to us,
for we have Miss Fayall home with us. If you had been on time we
would have missed her. Go around to the Congress first."
The car glided down Michigan avenue to the hotel, where Marion was
already waiting in the ladies' lobby. She looked just what she was, the
pampered and petted daughter of a rich man. Tonight her cheeks were
flushed and her hand was very unsteady. Orville noticed both when she
entered the car. He was startled, for Marion was his fiancée. He knew
that she was usually full of life and spirit; but this midnight gaiety
worried him, and all the more that he loved the girl sincerely.
Marion talked fast and furiously, railing continually at her brother; but
she averted her face from Orville as much as possible and spoke to
Thornton. Orville said nothing after he had greeted her.
The car sped on, passed the club again and down toward the bridge at
the foot of the avenue. Marion was scolding at Thornton as they
approached the bridge at a good rate of speed. Orville was staring
straight ahead, so only he saw Michael's hand make a quick movement
toward the controller, and another movement, at the same time, as if his
foot were trying to press on the brake; but both movements seemed to
fall short and Michael's head dropped on his breast. Alarmed, Orville
looked up. He had a swift glimpse of a flashing red light. A chain
snapped like a pistol shot. He heard an oath from Thornton, and a
scream from Marion. Then, in an instant, he felt the great weight falling,
and a flood of cold water poured through the open window of the car.
He tried to open the door, but the weight of water against it made this
impossible. The car filled and the door moved. He was pushed out. He
thought of saving Marion; but all was dark around him. He tried to call,
but the water choked him. He could only think a prayer, before he
seemed to be falling asleep. Everything was fading away before him, in
a strange feeling of dreamy satisfaction; so only vaguely did he realize
the tragedy that had fallen upon him.
II.
When light and vision came back