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"Write me that paper I want, and pay me my money." "Write what ?" "That the lower shaft and the last drift was cut by your order. Write it!" He pointed to the paper on the desk. Wickersham sat down and wrote a few lines. His hand trembled. "Here it is," he said sullenly. "Now pay me," said the glowering Scotchman. The money was paid, and Matheson, without a word, turned and walked out. "D him!
He was not in a happy frame of mind, for stocks had fallen heavily the day before, and he had just received a note from Ferdy Wickersham. However, as he settled his plump person beside the lady, the Rev. William H. Rimmon was as well-satisfied-looking as any man on earth could be. Who can blame him if he thought how sweet it would be if he could drive thus always!
Wickersham described you so that everybody knew you. I reckon if Keith had back-stood him you'd have had a harder time than you did." The cloud had gathered deeper on Bluffy's brow. He took another drink. " him! I'll blow up his mine and him, too!" he growled. "How did you say 'twas to be done?" Plume glanced around at the closed windows and lowered his voice as he made certain explanations.
"I came here to superintend your mines and to do my work like an honest man; but I don't propose to soil my hands with any dirrty dealings, or to engage in any violation of the law; for I am a law-abiding, God-fearing man, and before I'll do it I'll go." "Then you can go," said Wickersham, angrily. "Go, and be d d to you! I will show you that I know my own business." "Then I will go.
He was down there running a railway line for Mr. Wickersham, and took Gordon with him. And he says he's the finest sort of a fellow, and wants to go to college dreadfully, but hasn't a cent nor any way to get anything. Rhodes says it's awful down there. They are so poor." Mrs. Wentworth smiled. "Well?" Norman blushed and stammered a little, as he often did when he was embarrassed.
I'm not going to tell you one single bit of what I think of you until it comes my turn!" She tried to laugh at his stubbornness, but she had trouble with this explanation, which grew more vexingly intricate and involved the further she went. "Then we'll say you didn't," she continued. "I told you last night, less kindly than I might have, that I was engaged to Mr. Wickersham.
Mr. Plume had aged since he was the speaker of the carpet-bag legislature; his black hair had begun to be sprinkled with gray, and had receded yet farther back on his high forehead, his hazel eyes were a little bleared; and his full lips were less resolute than of old. He had evidently seen bad times since he was the facile agent of the Wickersham interests.
Her innocence, her charming friendliness, her sweetness, all swept over him, and he thrilled with a sense of protection. Could he have known what Wickersham had done to poison her against him, he would have been yet more enraged. As it was, Lois was at that time back at her old home; but with how different feelings from those which she had had but a few days before!
Keith was sitting in his office in New Leeds alone that afternoon. He had just received a telegram from Dave Dennison that Wickersham had left New York. Dennison had learned that he was going to Ridgely to try to make up with old Rawson. Just then the paper from Ridgely was brought in.
He had now a double motive: he would win Alice Yorke, and he would show Mr. Wickersham who he was. A visit from Squire Rawson not long after he returned gave him new hope. The old man chuckled as he told him that he had had an indirect offer from Wickersham for his land, much larger than he had expected. It had only confirmed him in his determination to hold on.
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