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〃It was a queer story Joe let out；〃 continued Larry。 〃Before he was sent away he had a kid； just a baby whose mother was dead。 He told me he wanted to have his kid brought up without ever knowing anything about the kind of people he knew and the kind of life he'd lived。 He wanted it to grow up among decent people。 He had money put away and he had an old friend； a pal； that he'd trust with anything。 So he turned over his money and his baby to his friend； and gave orders that the kid was to be brought up decent； sent to school； and that the kid was never to know anything about Joe。 Of course the baby was too young then ever to remember him； and when he gets out he's going to keep absolutely clear of the kid's lifehe wants his kid to have the best possible chance。〃
〃What is his whole name； and what was he sent up for？〃 queried the Duchess； that flickering fire of interest once more in her old eyes。
〃Joe Ellison。 He was an old…time confidence man。 He got caught in a jamthere had been drinkingthere was some shootingand he had attempted manslaughter tacked on to the charge of swindling。 But Joe said everybody had been drinking and that the shooting was accidental。〃
〃Joe EllisonI knew him；〃 said the Duchess。 〃He was about the cleverest man of his day。 But I never knew he had a child。 Who was this best friend of his？〃
〃Joe Ellison didn't mention his name；〃 answered Larry。 〃You see Joe spoke of his story only once。 But he then said that he'd had letters once a month telling how fine the kid was getting ontill three or four years ago when he got word that his friend had died。 The way things stand now； Joe won't know how to find the kid when he gets out even if he should want to find itand he wouldn't know it even if he saw it。 Up in Sing Sing when I had nothing else to do；〃 concluded Larry； 〃I tell you I thought a lot about that situationfor it certainly is some situation： Joe Ellison for fifteen years in prison with just one big idea in his life； the idea being the one thing he felt he was really doing or ever could do； his very life built on that one idea： that outside； somewhere； was his kid growing up into a fine young personnever guessing it had such a fatherand Joe never intending to see it again and not being able to know it if he ever should see it。 I tell you； after learning Joe's story； it made me feel that I'd had enough of the old life。〃
Again the Duchess spoke。 〃Did Joe ever mention its name？〃
〃No； he just spoke of it as 'his kid。'〃
Larry was quiet a moment。 〃You see；〃 he added； 〃I want to get settled before Joe comes outhis time's up in a few monthsso that I can give him some sort of place near me。 He's all right； Joe is； but he's too old to have any show at a fresh start if he tries to make it all on his own。〃
〃Larry； you haven't got such a tough piece of old brass for a heart yourself；〃 commented Hunt。 〃What are your own plans？〃
〃I know I've got the makings of a real business manI've already told you that；〃 said Larry confidently。 He had thought this out carefully during his days as a coal…passer and his long nights upon the eighteen…inch bunk in his cell。 〃I've got a lot of the finishing touches； I know the high spots。 What I need are the rudimentsthe fundamentalsconnecting links。 You see； I had part of a business college training a long time before I went to work in a broker's office； stenography and typewriting； I've been a secretary in the warden's office the last few months and I've brushed up on the old stuff and I'm pretty good。 That ought to land me a job。 Then I'm going to study nights。 Of course； I'd get on faster if I could have private lessons with one of the head men of one of these real business schools。 I'd mop up this stuff about organization and management mighty quick； for that business stuff comes natural to me。 A bit of that sort of going to school would connect up and give a working unity to what I already know。 But then I'll find a job and work the thing out some way。 I'm in this to win out； and win out big！〃
Once more the rarely heard voice of the Duchess sounded； and though thin it had a positive quality：
〃You're not going to take any job at first。 First thing； you're going to give all your time to those private lessons。〃
Larry gazed at the Duchess； surprised by the tone in which she spoke。 〃But； grandmother； these lessons cost money。 And I didn't have a thin dime left when my lawyers finished with me。〃
〃I've got plenty of moneyand it's yours。 And the money you get from me will be honest money； too； the interest on loans made in my pawnshop is honest all right。 It'll be better； anyhow； for you to be out in the world a few days； getting used to it； before you take a job。〃
〃Why； grandmother！〃
The explanation seemed bald and inadequate； but Larry did not know what else to say； he was so taken aback。 The Duchess； as far as he had been able to see； had never shown much interest in him。 And now； unless he was mistaken； there was something very much like emotion quavering in her thin voice and shining in her old eyes。
〃I don't interfere with what people want to do；〃 she continued〃but； Larry； I'm glad you've decided to go straight。〃
And then the Duchess went on to make the longest speech that any living person had ever heard issue from her lips； and to reveal more than had yet been heard of that unmysterious mystery which lived within her shriveled； misshapen figure：
〃That's what made me interested in Joe Ellison's storyhis wanting to get his child clear of the life he was living； though I didn't know he had any such ideas till you told me。 Larry； I couldn't get out of this life myself； I was part of it； I belonged to it。 But I felt the same as Joe Ellison； and over forty years ago I got your mother out of it； and your mother never came back to it。 I did that much。 After she died it made me sick when you； all I've got left； began to go crooked。 But I had no control over you； I couldn't do anything。 So I'm glad that at last you're going to go straight。 I'm glad； Larry！ 〃
The emotion that had given her voice a strange and increasing vibrance； was suddenly brought under control or snuffed out； and she added in her usual thin； mechanical tone： 〃The money will be ready for you in the morning。〃
Startled and embarrassed by this outbreak of things long hidden beneath the dust in the secret chambers of her being； and wishing to avoid the further embarrassment of thanks； the Duchess turned quickly and awkwardly back to her desk； and her bent old body became fixed above her figures。 In a moment the ever…alert Hunt had out the little block of drawing…paper he always carried in a pocket； and with swift； eager strokes he was sketching the outline of that bent； shrunken shape that had subsided so swiftly from emotion to the commonplace。
Larry gazed at the Duchess in silent bewilderment。 He had thought he had known his grandmother。 He was now realizing that perhaps he did not know his grandmother at all。
CHAPTER VIII
That night Larry slept on a cot set up in Hunt's studio。 Hunt had made the proposition that Larry consider the studio his headquarters for the present； and Larry had accepted。 Of course the cot and the rough… and…ready furnishings of the studio were grotesquely short of the luxury of those sunny days when Larry had had plenty of easy money and had been free to gratify his taste for the best of everything； but the quarters were infinitely more luxurious and comfortable than his more recent three…by…seven room at Sing Sing with its damp and chilly stone walls。
There were many reasons why Larry was appealed to by the idea of making his home for the present in this old house in this dingy； unexciting； unromantic street。 He was drawn toward this bluff； outspoken； autocratic painter； and was curious about him。 And then the way his grandmother had spoken； the gleam in her old eyes； had stirred an affection for her that he had never before felt。 And then there was Maggie； with her startlingly new dusky beauty； her admiration of him that had so swiftly altered to defiance； her challenge to a duel of purposes。
Yes； for the present； this dingy old house in this dingy old street was just the place he preferred to be。
It was not the part of wisdom to start forth on the beginning of his new career in his shapeless prison shoddy； so the next day Larry pottered about the studio； acting as maid…of…all…work； while the clothes in his trunk which had been stored with the Duchess were being sponged and pressed by the little tailor down the street； and while a laundress； driven by the Duchess； was preparing the rest of his outfit for his debut。 In his capacity of maid； with a basket on his arm； he went out into the little street； where in his shabby clothes he was recognized by none and leaned for a time against the mongrel； underfed tree that was hesitatingly greeting the spring with a few half…hearted leaves。 He bathed himself in the warm sun which seemed over…glorious for so mean a street； he filled his lungs with the tangy May air； yes； it was wonderful to be free again！
Then he strolled about the street on his business of marketing。 It amused him to be buying three pounds of potatoes and a pound of chopped meat and a package of macaroni； and to be