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It didn't take no money at the time, 'cause land was what people had most of. Along with the rest, there's a hundred an' sixty right next to ours hill stuff that wouldn't feed a goat. It's wuth a lot of money now, but the option's 'most run out." "When does it expire?" "Saturday." "That's to-morrow." Gus Briskow nodded. "It's cheap at a thousand dollars an acre, an' it costs two hundred."
Briskow pronounced the last word with an accent of scorn and hatred. "I gave her a chance to make an honest, decent living. I set her up in business." "What?" "And she is making good." When the elder man shook his head impatiently Gray went on, "I'm pretty worldly and calloused, but if one virtue has been spared me, it is charity." For a moment the father studied his caller.
The three directors greeted this remark with exclamations of genuine relief. "Sure! Let's adjourn put it over until " one of them began, but the bank's president was bellowing in rising fury at the interlopers: "Get out! Get out of my office, d'you hear? Get out " "Looks to me like it's my office," Gus Briskow said, quietly, "or it will be, directly. You, Bell, put on the muffler!
Her expression altered, her lips parted in a slow smile. "So! He's pore, eh? Pore as we was. Well, I declare!" She rose and turned her back upon her father. "No, he ain't pore," Briskow said, irritably. "Not now he ain't. I says it's his deal an' his money, an' we got plenty. An' I stuck to it." Allie wheeled suddenly at this announcement.
Buddy Briskow heard no more, for his ears were roaring. Her son! That voice! Being little more than a boy himself, nothing could have hurt him more cruelly than this; his impulse was to flee the room, for his world had come down in crashing ruin. She had lied! She had made a fool of him. Gray had been right. The others were still talking when Buddy broke in faintly.
"I am, to be sure. But not in your rooms," he declared. "I'd rather " "You'd rather do exactly what would please me, now wouldn't you?" "Yes, sir." "Then run along and put on that dinner dress that I liked best. And tell Ma to look her prettiest, too. We'll not spoil this day." It was seven-thirty when Gray, in evening clothes, appeared at the Briskow suite.
It was a torment to avoid "Bob," for self-denial only whetted his appetite to see her, and those cunning plans he had laid at the time of their last meeting plans devised solely to bring them together he had to alter upon one excuse or another; he even forced Buddy Briskow to substitute for him.
What chance has a girl got against you? You want to use his money, so you p-poison his mind break a woman's heart just b-because you hate me." The last words were sobbed forth. Miss Montague broke down. "Hell!" hoarsely exclaimed young Briskow. "You're makin' her cry!" Gray sighed; he stepped to the door, opened it and called, "Come in, both of you."
Allie told herself there had never been a man so handsome, so distinguished, so Godlike as he. God, she now felt sure, must wear full dress. Gus Briskow beamed as the visitor smiled approvingly at his daughter. "She is purty, ain't she? Don't look much like the girl I sent to Dallas for fixin's." "Allie is more then pretty, she's regal.
Nor was there the faintest choking smell of dust; no sand blowing up her nose and smarting her eyes. Ma Briskow had never dreamed that the world was so clean. She blessed God for making oil to lie in the rocks of the earth, and she prayed that none of "them hotel people" would discover her retreat. But, of course, somebody did discover it. Mr.
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