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Poor
as
he
was
,
and
determined
to
rise
as
he
was
,
he
nevertheless
hired
one
servant
to
take
the
heavy
work
off
of
Marian
’
s
hands
.
Martin
talked
with
the
superintendent
of
the
Asa
agencies
,
and
after
dinner
he
drew
him
aside
with
Hermann
,
whom
he
backed
financially
for
the
best
bicycle
store
with
fittings
in
Oakland
.
He
went
further
,
and
in
a
private
talk
with
Hermann
told
him
to
keep
his
eyes
open
for
an
automobile
agency
and
garage
,
for
there
was
no
reason
that
he
should
not
be
able
to
run
both
establishments
successfully
.
With
tears
in
her
eyes
and
her
arms
around
his
neck
,
Marian
,
at
parting
,
told
Martin
how
much
she
loved
him
and
always
had
loved
him
.
It
was
true
,
there
was
a
perceptible
halt
midway
in
her
assertion
,
which
she
glossed
over
with
more
tears
and
kisses
and
incoherent
stammerings
,
and
which
Martin
inferred
to
be
her
appeal
for
forgiveness
for
the
time
she
had
lacked
faith
in
him
and
insisted
on
his
getting
a
job
.
"
He
can
’
t
never
keep
his
money
,
that
’
s
sure
,
"
Hermann
von
Schmidt
confided
to
his
wife
.
"
He
got
mad
when
I
spoke
of
interest
,
an
’
he
said
damn
the
principal
and
if
I
mentioned
it
again
,
he
’
d
punch
my
Dutch
head
off
.
That
’
s
what
he
said
—
my
Dutch
head
.
But
he
’
s
all
right
,
even
if
he
ain
’
t
no
business
man
.
He
’
s
given
me
my
chance
,
an
’
he
’
s
all
right
.
"
Invitations
to
dinner
poured
in
on
Martin
;
and
the
more
they
poured
,
the
more
he
puzzled
.
He
sat
,
the
guest
of
honor
,
at
an
Arden
Club
banquet
,
with
men
of
note
whom
he
had
heard
about
and
read
about
all
his
life
;
and
they
told
him
how
,
when
they
had
read
"
The
Ring
of
Bells
"
in
the
Transcontinental
,
and
"
The
Peri
and
the
Pearl
"
in
The
Hornet
,
they
had
immediately
picked
him
for
a
winner
.
My
God
!
and
I
was
hungry
and
in
rags
,
he
thought
to
himself
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
give
me
a
dinner
then
?
Then
was
the
time
.
It
was
work
performed
.
If
you
are
feeding
me
now
for
work
performed
,
why
did
you
not
feed
me
then
when
I
needed
it
?
Not
one
word
in
"
The
Ring
of
Bells
,
"
nor
in
"
The
Peri
and
the
Pearl
"
has
been
changed
.
No
;
you
’
re
not
feeding
me
now
for
work
performed
.
You
are
feeding
me
because
everybody
else
is
feeding
me
and
because
it
is
an
honor
to
feed
me
.
You
are
feeding
me
now
because
you
are
herd
animals
;
because
you
are
part
of
the
mob
;
because
the
one
blind
,
automatic
thought
in
the
mob
-
mind
just
now
is
to
feed
me
.
And
where
does
Martin
Eden
and
the
work
Martin
Eden
performed
come
in
in
all
this
?
he
asked
himself
plaintively
,
then
arose
to
respond
cleverly
and
wittily
to
a
clever
and
witty
toast
.
So
it
went
.
Wherever
he
happened
to
be
—
at
the
Press
Club
,
at
the
Redwood
Club
,
at
pink
teas
and
literary
gatherings
—
always
were
remembered
"
The
Ring
of
Bells
"
and
"
The
Peri
and
the
Pearl
"
when
they
were
first
published
.
And
always
was
Martin
’
s
maddening
and
unuttered
demand
:
Why
didn
’
t
you
feed
me
then
?
It
was
work
performed
.
"
The
Ring
of
Bells
"
and
"
The
Peri
and
the
Pearl
"
are
not
changed
one
iota
.
They
were
just
as
artistic
,
just
as
worth
while
,
then
as
now
.
But
you
are
not
feeding
me
for
their
sake
,
nor
for
the
sake
of
anything
else
I
have
written
.
You
’
re
feeding
me
because
it
is
the
style
of
feeding
just
now
,
because
the
whole
mob
is
crazy
with
the
idea
of
feeding
Martin
Eden
.
And
often
,
at
such
times
,
he
would
abruptly
see
slouch
in
among
the
company
a
young
hoodlum
in
square
-
cut
coat
and
under
a
stiff
-
rim
Stetson
hat
.
It
happened
to
him
at
the
Gallina
Society
in
Oakland
one
afternoon
.
As
he
rose
from
his
chair
and
stepped
forward
across
the
platform
,
he
saw
stalk
through
the
wide
door
at
the
rear
of
the
great
room
the
young
hoodlum
with
the
square
-
cut
coat
and
stiff
-
rim
hat
.
Five
hundred
fashionably
gowned
women
turned
their
heads
,
so
intent
and
steadfast
was
Martin
’
s
gaze
,
to
see
what
he
was
seeing
.
But
they
saw
only
the
empty
centre
aisle
.
He
saw
the
young
tough
lurching
down
that
aisle
and
wondered
if
he
would
remove
the
stiff
-
rim
which
never
yet
had
he
seen
him
without
.
Straight
down
the
aisle
he
came
,
and
up
the
platform
.
Martin
could
have
wept
over
that
youthful
shade
of
himself
,
when
he
thought
of
all
that
lay
before
him
.
Across
the
platform
he
swaggered
,
right
up
to
Martin
,
and
into
the
foreground
of
Martin
’
s
consciousness
disappeared
.
The
five
hundred
women
applauded
softly
with
gloved
hands
,
seeking
to
encourage
the
bashful
great
man
who
was
their
guest
.
And
Martin
shook
the
vision
from
his
brain
,
smiled
,
and
began
to
speak
.
The
Superintendent
of
Schools
,
good
old
man
,
stopped
Martin
on
the
street
and
remembered
him
,
recalling
seances
in
his
office
when
Martin
was
expelled
from
school
for
fighting
.
"
I
read
your
‘
Ring
of
Bells
’
in
one
of
the
magazines
quite
a
time
ago
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
was
as
good
as
Poe
.
Splendid
,
I
said
at
the
time
,
splendid
!
"
Yes
,
and
twice
in
the
months
that
followed
you
passed
me
on
the
street
and
did
not
know
me
,
Martin
almost
said
aloud
.
Each
time
I
was
hungry
and
heading
for
the
pawnbroker
.
Yet
it
was
work
performed
.
You
did
not
know
me
then
.
Why
do
you
know
me
now
?
"
I
was
remarking
to
my
wife
only
the
other
day
,
"
the
other
was
saying
,
"
wouldn
’
t
it
be
a
good
idea
to
have
you
out
to
dinner
some
time
?
And
she
quite
agreed
with
me
.
Yes
,
she
quite
agreed
with
me
.
"
