I have been convinced that ordinaries may
dabble in forbidden fires, and a little cold ointment will banish every
trace of the flame, but ministers' children stay scarred and charred
forever. I have decided to keep far from the worldly blazes and let
others supply the fanning breezes. For you know, Carol, that the
wickedest fires in the world would die out if there were not some
willing hands to fan them.
"There is the effect. The cause--Kirke Connor.
"Carol, has David ever explained to you what fatal fascination a
semi-satanic man has for nice, white women? I have been at father many
times on the subject, and he says, 'Connie, be reasonable, what do I
know about semi-satanics?' Then he goes down-town. See if you can get
anything out of David on the subject and let me know.
"Kirke is a semi-satanic. Also a minister's son. He has been in
trouble of one kind or another ever since I first met him, when he was
fourteen years old. He fairly seethed his way through college. Mr.
Connor has resigned from the active ministry now and lives in Mount
Mark, and Kirke bought a partnership in Mr. Ives' furniture store and
goes his troubled, riotous way as heretofore. That is, he did until
recently.
"A few weeks ago I missed my railway connections and had to lay over
for three hours in Fairfield.
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