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You may begin work at once." Lyman's eyes danced with joy as he left the counting-room to receive his instructions from the head clerk. Mr. Conway furnished the money to pay the debt due to Mr. Harrington by Mr. Randal, and a heavy load was lifted from the good old farmer's heart. He remained a visitor two or three days in Mr.
The old man drifted into another stage coach reminiscence and Sawyer sat in an attitude of pretended interest, but he heard nothing, so deep-buried was he within himself. He had not much time to spare, and there was one thing that must be done; it was absolutely essential that he must go to Lyman's room and get the pistol. He poured out more whisky for the old man.
The "banker's society" recognized the Staggs family in the evening of the day which followed Sam Lyman's call at the First National, and was in excitable progress while Lyman, in ignorance of it all, prolonged his talk with Warren. In the family sitting room the banker talked of the possibility of a panic in Wall Street.
'Yes, said Boggs, 'that's what I like to see, the office seeking the man; you know, a fellow ought to wait and go about his business until people recognize him. I don't like to see a man going around with his hand out, raking the Freshmen in. Then he looks around for applause and slopes out, smoking the last of Lyman's Durham." "He rake in the Freshmen! It would cost too much!
Certainly Winona never suspected that a mere boy had been desolated by woman's perfidy and Lyman's mad abandonment of all that people of the better sort most prize. Other people, close observers of world events, declared that no real war would ensue; it would be done in a few days a few weeks at most. But Winona and Wilbur knew better. Now anything could happen and would.
The regular after-dinner crowd was smoking in Frank Lyman's Encina boudoir, lolling over his sofa, their feet on his table, their legs tangled on his iron bedstead. The steam heat was coming "Clank! clank!" into the radiators, for it was a cold, clear evening in the time between rains. Outside the fog was thick upon the hills, sending gray ghost-fingers over toward the valley.
One night when Lyman went home he found old man Staggs in the sitting-room waiting for him. "I've got something to tell you," said the old man. Lyman's heart jumped. "Has she returned?" he asked. "Has who returned?" "Why, Mrs. McElwin and her daughter?" "Oh, I reckon not." "Then what did you want to tell me?" "I want to tell you that I won't drink any more." "You told me that some time ago."
The air was vibrant with the music of the "string" band, gathered from the livery stable and the barber shop; and mingled with the music as if it were a part of the sound, was the half sad scent of the crushed geranium. At the gate a black man, in a long coat buttoned to the ground, took Lyman's card of invitation.
His legal battles with the Railroad, extending now over a period of many years, had cost him dear; his plan of sowing all of Los Muertos to wheat, discharging the tenants, had proved expensive, the campaign resulting in Lyman's election had drawn heavily upon his account. All along he had been relying upon a "bonanza crop" to reimburse him.
Yet, when this Hartrath came across to say "How do you do" to Lyman, Lyman was as eager in his cordiality as his warmest friend could have expected. "Why the devil are you so chummy with him, then?" observed Harran when Hartrath had gone away. Lyman's explanation was vague. The truth of the matter was, that Magnus's oldest son was consumed by inordinate ambition.
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