SENATOR: What's the difference how he's treated? You know how I'd treat
him? (_a movement as though pulling a trigger_) If I didn't know you for
the American you are, I wouldn't understand your speaking so calmly.
FEJEVARY: I'm simply trying to see it all sides around.
SENATOR: Makes me see red.
FEJEVARY: (_with a smile_) But we mustn't meet red with red.
SENATOR: What's Holden fussing about--that they don't give him caviare
on toast?
FEJEVARY: That they didn't give him books. Holden felt it was his
business to fuss about that.
SENATOR: Well, when your own boy 'stead of whining around about his
conscience, stood up and offered his life!
FEJEVARY: Yes. And my nephew gave his life.
SENATOR: That so?
FEJEVARY: Silas Morton's grandson died in France. My sister Madeline
married Ira Morton, son of Silas Morton.
SENATOR: I knew there was a family connection between you and the
Mortons.
FEJEVARY: (_speaking with reserve_) They played together as children and
married as soon as they were grown up.
SENATOR: So this was your sister's boy? (FEJEVARY _nods_) One of the
mothers to give her son!
FEJEVARY: (_speaking of her with effort_) My sister died--long ago.
(_pulled to an old feeling; with an effort releasing himself_) But Ira
is still out at the old place--place the Mortons took up when they
reached the end of their trail--as Uncle Silas used to put it.
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