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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

 

"I'm sorry. I thought our relations had been quite--ah--pleasant. You 

seemed to be a hard worker--a little inclined perhaps to write fancy 

copy--" 

 

"I just got tired of it," interrupted Amory rudely. "It didn't matter a 

damn to me whether Harebell's flour was any better than any one else's. 

In fact, I never ate any of it. So I got tired of telling people about 

it--oh, I know I've been drinking--" 

 

Mr. Barlow's face steeled by several ingots of expression. 

 

"You asked for a position--" 

 

Amory waved him to silence. 

 

"And I think I was rottenly underpaid. Thirty-five dollars a week--less 

than a good carpenter." 

 

"You had just started. You'd never worked before," said Mr. Barlow 

coolly. 

 

"But it took about ten thousand dollars to educate me where I could 

write your darned stuff for you. Anyway, as far as length of service 

goes, you've got stenographers here you've paid fifteen a week for five 

years." 

 

"I'm not going to argue with you, sir," said Mr. Barlow rising. 

 

"Neither am I. I just wanted to tell you I'm quitting." 

 

They stood for a moment looking at each other impassively and then Amory 

turned and left the office. 

 

***** 

 

A LITTLE LULL 

 

Four days after that he returned at last to the apartment. Tom was 

engaged on a book review for The New Democracy on the staff of which he 

was employed. They regarded each other for a moment in silence. 

 

"Well?" 

 

"Well?" 

 

"Good Lord, Amory, where'd you get the black eye--and the jaw?" 

 

Amory laughed. 

 

"That's a mere nothing." 

 

He peeled off his coat and bared his shoulders. 

 

"Look here!" 

 

Tom emitted a low whistle. 

 

"What hit you?" 

 

Amory laughed again. 

 

"Oh, a lot of people. I got beaten up. Fact." He slowly replaced his 

shirt. "It was bound to come sooner or later and I wouldn't have missed 

it for anything." 

 

"Who was it?" 

 

"Well, there were some waiters and a couple of sailors and a few stray 

pedestrians, I guess. It's the strangest feeling. You ought to get 

beaten up just for the experience of it. You fall down after a while and 


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