"
But that little lady, with her head very erect and a red spot burning in
each faded cheek, passed out of the church saying nothing, the plumes on
her jaunty little hat quivering defiance and wrath against "those men,
who had so little spunk as to allow a little beast like Hayes to run
them."
CHAPTER V
THE WAR DRUM CALLS
"Well, dad," said Barry next evening as they were sitting in the garden
after tea, "I feel something like Mohammed's coffin, detached from earth
but not yet ascended into heaven. It's unpleasant to be out of a job.
I confess I shall always cherish a more intelligent sympathy henceforth
for the great unemployed. But cheer up, dad! You are taking this thing
much too seriously. The world is wide, and there is something waiting me
that I can do better than any one else."
But the father had little to say. He felt bitterly the humiliation to
which his son had been subjected.
Barry refused to see the humiliation.
"Why should I not resign if I decide it is my duty so to do? And why,
on the other hand, should not they have the right to terminate my
engagement with them when they so desire? That's democratic government.
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