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Then to Johnson biting his pen-handle in Bobby's study and wondering where his principal and Applerod could be at this hour he telephoned to deliver a check in the amount of twenty-seven thousand six hundred dollars to Mr. Chalmers.
"Good-morning, Johnson," observed Bobby with an affable nod. "I've come to take over the business." He said it in the same untroubled tone he had always used in asking for his weekly check, and Johnson looked up with a wry smile. Applerod, on the contrary, was beaming with hearty admiration.
Yet his father had seen fit to keep Applerod in his intimate employ all these years, recognizing in him material of value. Moreover, he had advised Bobby to keep both men, and Bobby, to-day more than ever, placed great faith in the wisdom of his father. "Mr.
"Well, come around and see me about this consolidation on Wednesday," he suggested, "and in the meantime have another talk with Stone. By all means, go and see Stone." "Johnson," asked Bobby, later, "what would you do if a man should ask you to sell him your personal influence, your self-respect and your immortal soul?" "I'd ask his price," interposed Applerod with a grin.
The tract is one-fourth the size of ours, it is uphill and downhill, only a little grading is being done, streets are cut through but not paved, and a few cheap board sidewalks are being put down. He's had to pay a lot more for his land than we have, and can not sell his lots any cheaper." "There's no telling what Silas Trimmer will do," said Applerod, shaking his head.
A quick recognition of them mystified him the more. They were Bobby Burnit and Agnes, Johnson, Applerod and Chalmers. "I came a little early, Mr. Trimmer," said Bobby, in a polite conversational tone, "to have these three hundred shares transferred upon the books of Trimmer and Company, before the stock-holders' meeting convenes."
The world looked brighter that morning, and he was quite hopeful when, in the dim old study, seated at his father's desk and with the portrait of stern old John Burnit frowning and yet shrewdly twinkling down upon him, he received Johnson, dry and sour looking as if he expected ill news, and Applerod, bright and radiant as if Fortune's purse were just about to open to him.
He found Applerod jubilant and Johnson glum. Already Applerod heard himself saying to his old neighbors: "As Frank L. Sharpe said to me this morning ," or: "I told Sharpe ," or: "Say! Sam Stone stopped at my desk yesterday ," and already he began to shine by this reflected glory. "I hear that you have decided to go into the Brightlight Electric," he observed.
Bobby, whose suavity Applerod had never before seen ruffled, turned upon him angrily. "I'm tired hearing about my father, Applerod," he declared. "I revere the governor's memory too much to want to be made angry by the mention of his name. Hereafter, kindly catch the idea, if you can, that I am my own man and must work out my own salvation; and I propose to do it!
"You'd never get an offer," snapped Johnson to Applerod, "for you haven't any to sell. Why do you ask, Mr. Burnit?" Bobby regarded Johnson thoughtfully for a moment. "I know how to make the Brightlight Electric Company yield me two hundred per cent. dividends within a year or less," he stated. "Through Stone?" inquired Johnson. "Through Stone," admitted Bobby, smiling at Johnson's penetration.
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