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"And you told Jasper Ewold that you wanted the rights only to turn them over to the water users' association and then bring in capital to build a dam, with everybody sharing alike in the prosperity that was to come." "Yes, and Jasper Ewold was so simple! Well, what I told him was strategy strategy of which I think father would approve.
The suburbs of the new town, indeed, are partly within its precincts, and the pretty church and parsonage are not much above a mile distant from the city gate. St. Ewold is not a rich piece of preferment it is worth some three or four hundred a year at most, and has generally been held by a clergyman attached to the cathedral choir.
The father, looking at the table-cloth, at times playing with his coffee-spoon, made no comment. "And that first night I saw that Jasper Ewold had met me somewhere before. But " he went on after going back to the incident of the villa in his childhood "that hardly explained. How could he remember the face of a grown man from the face of a boy? Jasper Ewold! Do you recall ever having met him?
Little Rivers was so out of the way that other promoters had overlooked it, and everybody had sort of taken it for granted that Jasper Ewold and his water users' association really had legal possession. It was my chance. I thought big. That dam should be mine. I had the money I had made in Goldfield, but it was not enough for my purpose.
If the history of Little Rivers were to be written in chapter headings the first would be, "Jasper Ewold Founded the Town"; the second, "Jack Wingfield Arrived"; and the third, "John Prather Arrived." While Jack came in chaps and spurs, bearing an argosy of fancy, Prather came by rail, carrying a suitcase in a conventional and businesslike fashion.
"Come, and I will show you our noblest product of peace, the Date-Tree Wonderful!" he said, leading the way to the garden, while Mary hurried rather precipitately into the house. Jasper Ewold was at his best, a glowing husbandman, when he pointed aloft to the clusters of fruit pendent from the crotches of the stiff branches, enclosed in cloth bags to keep them free of insects.
There was a resonance in his tone, a liveliness to his expression, that was infectious. "But Firio and Jag Ear and Wrath of God wait for me," Jack said, entering with real enjoyment into the grandiose style. "High sounding company, sir! Let me see them!" demanded Jasper Ewold. Jack pointed to his cavalcade waiting in the half shadows, where the lamp-rays grew thin.
The favor that Prather found in the eyes of Jasper Ewold partly accounted for what favor he found in Little Rivers' eyes. "Prather has certainly made a hit with the Doge!" quoth Bob Worther. "As the Doge gets older I reckon he will like compliments better than persiflage. But Jack could pay a compliment, too only he never used the ladle."
"Going going so soon!" protested Jasper Ewold. "So late!" Jack smiled back. To prove that it was, he called attention to the fact, when they passed through the living-room to the veranda, that not a light remained in any ranch-house. "I have not started my talk yet," said Jasper. "But next time you come I will really make a beginning and you shall see the Date Tree Wonderful."
She always was beautiful to me; but I like best to think of her before she turned against me. I like to think of her as she was in the days of our courtship. Fortune favored me instead of Jasper Ewold.
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