er his daughter was presently claiming to be the GILES. Gruffly he thanked me -- that is, Bray -- for having Certified him earlier in the day: the quotation on his diploma --No class shall pass - - he deemed so apt a summary of his he meant to propose it as a motto for his favorite club, the Brotherhood of Independent Men. Rather, he hoped to do so if he had the wherewithal to maintain his own membership in that society, now that his brother had "pulled the rug from under the P.P.F.," and the Executive Secretary's salary with it.
"More of that flunking Goat-Boy's meddling, so I hear," he said crossly. "Not that I think half those rascals deserve a hand-out anyhow! But better dole it out privately than turn New Tammany into a welfarethe way Rexford's been doing."
"Your brother's changed his mind about philanthropy?" I asked.
"Changed his mind! He's lost it!" It had always been his own policy, he declared, to be beholden to no man; to look out for himself in order to be able to look out for others
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