All Jack's heart went
out to his friend as he watched him. He and Ruth were so happy.
All their future was so full of hope and promise, and Garry--
brilliant, successful Garry,--the envy of all his associates, so
harassed and so wretched!
"Garry, sit down and listen to me," Jack said at last. "I am your
oldest friend; no one you know thinks any more of you than I do,
or will be more ready to help. Now, what troubles you?"
"I tell you, Jack, I'm not troubled!"--something of the old
bravado rang in his voice,--"except as everybody is troubled when
he's trying to straighten out something that won't straighten. I'm
knocked out, that's all,--can't you see it?"
"Yes, I see it,--and that's not all I see. Is it your work here or
in New York? I want to know, and I'm going to know, and I have a
right to know, and you are not going to bed until you tell me,--
nor will I. I can and will help you, and so will Mr. MacFarlane,
and Uncle Peter, and everybody I ask. What's gone wrong?--Tell
me!"
Garry continued to walk the floor.
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