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But, meanwhile, the situation had speedily become more complicated by the entrance upon the scene of an unexpected personage. This was Curtis Jadwin. It was impossible to deny the fact that "J." was in love with Mrs. Cressler's protegee.
I don't like to go back on you others" Cressler's fingers were fiddling with his watch chain "I don't like to I mean to say you must let me out. You must let me cover at once. I am very nearly bankrupt now. Another half-cent rise, and I'm done for. It will take as it is my my all my ready money all my savings for the last ten years to buy in my wheat." "Let's see.
Aunt Wess', herself a widow, living also in Chicago, added her entreaties to Mrs. Cressler's. All things seemed to point her westward, all things seemed to indicate that one phase of her life was ended. Then, too, she had her ambitions.
The two Milwaukee men were ruined, and two-thirds of Cressler's immense fortune vanished like a whiff of smoke. But he had learned his lesson. Never since then had he speculated. Though keeping his seat on the Board, he had confined himself to commission trading, uninfluenced by fluctuations in the market.
"Will you meet us here to-morrow?" asked Sweeny, as they got into their overcoats. "It won't do you any good," persisted Cressler. "Well, will you meet us just the same?" the other insisted. And in the end Cressler accepted. On the steps of the restaurant they parted, and the two leaders watched Cressler's broad, stooped shoulders disappear down the street.
"No, I want it to be very quiet at our house. We'll go to Geneva Lake for the summer. That's why, you see, I couldn't promise to go to Oconomowoc with you." They came out upon the front steps, Mrs. Cressler's arm around Laura's waist. It was dark by now, and the air was perceptibly warmer.
And you know" she put her hand on Mrs. Cressler's arm as the two moved towards the front door "this is all absolutely a secret as yet." "Why, of course, Laura dear. But tell me just one thing more," Mrs. Cressler asked, in a whisper, "are you going to have a church wedding?" "Hey, Carrie," called Mr. Cressler from the stoop, "here's J." Laura shook her head.
But as yet she had greeted Landry only by the briefest of nods. "Such a warm night!" she murmured, fanning herself with part of Mr. Cressler's evening paper. "And I never was so thirsty." "Why, of course," exclaimed Mrs. Cressler. "Isabel," she called, addressing Miss Gretry, who sat on the opposite side of the steps, "isn't the lemonade near you? "No; just plain water for me," she said.
"But we've had dinner already," they all cried, speaking at once. Cressler would not be denied. "The carriage is right here," she said. "I don't have to call for Charlie. He's got a man from Cincinnati in tow, and they are going to dine at the Calumet Club." It ended by the two sisters and Mrs. Wessels getting into Mrs. Cressler's carriage. Landry excused himself.
Charlie is right here. He says to give you his love." An hour later Laura's victoria stopped in front of the Cressler's house, and the little footman descended with the agility of a monkey, to stand, soldier-like, at the steps, the lap robe over his arm. Laura gave orders to have the victoria call for her at three, and ran quickly up the front steps.
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