Hitherto he had been
swimming in life's pleasant, safe, shaded pools; now he finds himself
struggling in the great river, tossed by currents, twirled by eddies,
and with no bottom upon which to rest his feet. Forever now it will
be swim--or sink. ...
To-morrow Bonbright was to undertake the responsibilities of family
headship and provider; to-night he had sundered himself from his
means of support. He was jobless. He belonged to the unemployed. ...
In the office he had heard without concern of this man or that man
being discharged. Now he knew how those men felt and what they faced.
Realization of his condition threw him into panic. In his panic he
allowed his feet to carry him to the man whose help had come readily
and willingly in another moment of need--to Malcolm Lightener.
The hour was still early. Lights shone in the Lightener home and
Bonbright approached the door. Mr. Lightener was in and would see him
in the office. It was characteristic of Lightener that the room in
the house which was peculiarly his own was called by him his office,
not his den, not the library.
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