.. 'served him
right, the husband, for being such a boob!' ... 'rather a clever chap,
that Gregory, don't you know, not to be blamed much, eh?' ... 'only
human, eh?' ...--'she's a deuced pretty little woman, they say!'
"Can't you see the sly looks, the nudges they give each other, as they
gossip in the clubs?"
"Don't let your imagination get the better of you, please don't!" urged
Darrie....
"No," I went on, "I'm going to send right now for Jerome Miller, a
newspaper lad I knew in Kansas, who's now in New York on a paper, and
give him an interview that will set us right with the stupid world once
and for all. Miller was a fellow student of mine at Laurel ... he's a
fine, square chap who will give me a clean break ... was president of
our Scoop Club."
"Darling, darling, dearest," pleaded Hildreth, "I thought you had about
enough of the newspapers ... you've seen how they've distorted all our
ideals ... how our attempt to use them for propaganda has gone to smash
... how they pervert ... the filth and abuse they heap upon pioneers of
thought in any direction--why wake the wild beasts up again?"
"What's the use believing in anything, if we don't stick up for what we
believe?"
"Oh, go ahead, dear, if you feel so strongly about it, but--" and her
tiny, dark head drooped, "I'm a little wearied ... I want quiet and
peace a little while longer .
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