Young Lackman conducted a school for boys, and when one
of the boys did wrong, the teacher would punish himself instead of
the boy! Peter must pretend to be interested in this kind of
"education," said McGivney, and he must learn at least the names of
Lackman's books.
"But will he pay any attention to me?" demanded Peter.
"Sure, he will," said McGivney. "That's the point--you've been in
jail, you've really done something as a pacifist. What you want to
do is to try to interest him in your Anti-conscription League. Tell
him you want to make it into a national organization, you want to
get something done besides talking."
The address of young Lackman was the Hotel de Soto; and as he heard
this, Peter's heart gave a leap. The Hotel de Soto was the Mount
Olympus of American City! Peter had walked by the vast white
structure, and seen the bronze doors swing outward, and the favored
ones of the earth emerging to their magic chariots; but never had it
occurred to him that he might pass thru those bronze doors, and gaze
upon those hidden mysteries!
"Will they let me in?" he asked McGivney, and the other laughed.
"Just walk in as if you owned the place," he said. "Hold up your
head, and pretend you've lived there all your life.
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