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that he was following the lead of the more spiritual part of his nature--for the line of least resistance was so overgrown with exquisite impressions that he no longer recognized it. The sacrifice of art for love appeared to him to-day as splendidly romantic as the sacrifice of comfort for art had seemed to him a few months ago. His desire controlled him so absolutely that he obeyed its different promptings under the belief that he was obeying the principles whose names he borrowed. The thing he wanted was transmuted by the fire of his temperament into some artificial likeness to the thing that was good for him. On the front steps, between the two pink oleanders, Cyrus was standing with his gaze fixed on a small grocery store across the street, and at the sight of his nephew a look of curiosity, which was as personal an emotion as he was in the habit of feeling, appeared on his lean yellow face. Behind him, the door into the hall stood open, and his stooping figure was outlined against the light of the gas-jet by the staircase. "You see I've come," said Oliver; for Cyrus, who never spoke first unless he was sure of dominating the situation, had waited for him to begin. "Yes, I see," replied the old man, not unkindly. "I expected you, but hardly so soon--hardly so soon." "It's about the place on the railroad. If you are still of the same mind, I'd like you to give me a trial." "When would you want to start?" "The sooner the better. I'd rather get settled there before the autumn. I'm going to be married sometime in the autumn--October, perhaps." "Ah!" said Cyrus softly, and Oliver was grateful to him because he didn't attempt to crow. "We haven't told any one yet--but I wanted to make sure of the job. It's all right, then, isn't it?" "Oh, yes, it's all right, if you do your part. She's Gabriel Pendleton's girl, isn't she?" "She's Virginia Pendleton. You know her, of course." He tried honestly to be natural, but in spite of himself he could not keep a note of constraint out of his voice. Merely to discuss Virginia with Cyrus seemed, in some subtle way, an affront to her. Yet he knew that the old man wanted to be kind, and the knowledge touched him. "Oh, yes, I know her. She's a good girl, and there doesn't live a better man than Gabriel." "I don't deserve her, of course. But, then, there never lived a man who deserved an angel." "Ain't you coming in?" asked Cyrus. "Not this evening. I only
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