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He was surprised one day by a brief note from Murad Ault, asking him to call at his office as soon as convenient. Mr. Ault received him in his private office at exactly the hour named. Evidently Mr. Ault's affairs were prospering. His establishment presented every appearance of a high-pressure business perfectly organized.
Mrs. Ault rose, with tears in her gentle eyes, stood by her husband's chair a moment, ran her fingers through his heavy black locks, bent down and kissed him, and went away without a word. There was another bit of property that was not included in the wreck. It belonged to Mrs. Mavick.
Only a very few people knew such old hands as Uncle Jerry Hollowell, and such inquisitive bandits as Murad Ault that the house of Mavick was a house of cards, and that it might go down when the belief was destroyed that it was of granite.
He wore a business suit of rough material and fashionable cut, but he wore it like a man who did not give much thought to his clothes. "What a striking-looking man," said Philip, motioning with his hand towards the anteroom as he greeted Mr. Mavick. "Who, Ault?" answered Mavick, indifferently. "Ault! What, Murad Ault?" "Nobody else." "Is it possible? I thought I saw a resemblance.
In speaking of it he used the vulgar term "splurge," a word especially offensive to the refined society in which the Mavicks had gained a foothold. And yet the word was on the lips of a great many men on the Street. The shifting application of sympathy is a very queer thing in this world. Mr. Ault was not a snob. Whatever else he was, he made few pretensions.
It needed only a few brilliant operations, madly reckless in appearance but successful, to give Ault the newspaper sobriquet of the Young Napoleon. "Papa, what does he mean?" asked the eldest boy. "Jim Dustin says the papers call you Napoleon." "It means, my boy," said Ault, with a grim smile, "that I am devoted to your mother, St. Helena."
And to a man of his age, New York in midsummer in a panicky season is not a recreation. The moment Mrs. Mavick got her husband alone she showed a lively solicitude about his health. "I suppose it has been dreadfully hot in the city?" "Hot enough. Everything makes it hot." "Has anything gone wrong? Has that odious Ault turned up again?" "Turned up is the word.
And, according to the inscriptions, most of those buried here had lived to be eighty or ninety years of age. Had Ault been a professedly fashionable bathing place, one might have been tempted to think that this churchyard, with its cheering records in stone and iron of the longevity of the natives, had been set down in the very center of the town to encourage the visitors.
We used to say that Murad Ault would become either a pirate or " "Broker," suggested Mr. Mavick, with a smile. "I didn't know much about brokers at that time," Philip hastened to say, and then laughed himself at his escape from actual rudeness. "What became of him?" "Oh, he just disappeared. After I went away to school I heard that his mother had died, and Murad had gone off gone West it was said.
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