Freeford had no great number of Copes, and several of them lived at
1636 Cedar Street. "Elm, Pine, Locust, Cedar," had thought Randolph; "the
regular set." And, "One of the good streets," he surmised, "but rather far
out. Cedar!" he repeated, and thought of Lebanon and the Miltonic Adonis.
Of these various Copes, "Cope, David L., bookpr," might be the father,--
unless "Cope, Leverett C., mgr" were the right man. If the former, he was
employed by the Martin & Graves Furniture Company, and the Martins were
probably important people who lived far out--and handsomely, one might
guess--on a Prospect Avenue.... Then there was "Cope, Miss Rosalys M.,
schooltchr," same address as "David": she was likely his daughter. "H'm!"
Randolph had thought, "these pickings are scanty,--enough anatomical
reconstruction for to-day...." And now he was thinking, as he sat opposite
Foster, "If I had only picked up another bone or two, I might really have
put together the domestic organism. Yet why should I trouble? It would all
be plain, humdrum prose, no doubt. Glamour doesn't spread indefinitely. And
then--men's brothers.
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