He would not let the idea rise to the surface of
consciousness, for he still refused to believe that Mary Turner
had suffered at his hand unjustly. He would think of her as
nothing else than a vile creature, who had caught his son in the
toils of her beauty and charm, for the purpose of eventually
making money out of the intrigue.
Gilder, in his library this night, was pacing impatiently to and
fro, eagerly listening for the sound of his son's return to the
house. He had been the guest of honor that night at an important
meeting of the Civic Committee, and he had spoken with his usual
clarity and earnestness in spite of the trouble that beset him.
Now, however, the regeneration of the city was far from his
thought, and his sole concern was with the regeneration of a
life, that of his son, which bade fair to be ruined by the wiles
of a wicked woman. He was anxious for the coming of Dick, to
whom he would make one more appeal. If that should fail--well,
he must use the influences at his command to secure the forcible
parting of the adventuress from his son.
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