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Conward, in that first wild prophecy of his, had spoken of a city of a quarter of a million people; already more lots had been sold than could be occupied by four times that population. It had been a very marvellous development; an enthusiasm which had grown deeper and wilder until it swept along as an insane abandon, bearing in its current the last vestiges of conservatism and caution.
His fairness, his fearlessness, his impartiality, his courtesy, his even temper save on rare and excusable occasions had won from the staff a loyalty which Conward, with all his abilities as a good mixer, could never have commanded. He had prospered, of course. His statement to his banker ran into seven figures.
Dave was not altogether pleased with that turn of events. But presently the dance broke up, and they were flung again in line across the stage. And there she was, all in red no, not all in red, but certainly not in any other colour right before him. And then she looked down and smiled again at him. And he smiled back. And then he looked at Conward and saw him smiling, too.
Say, don't you know you're wasting your time in this one-horse town? You ought to get into the big league. Your jokes would sure make a hit." This part of his trap set, Conward awaited a suitable opportunity to spring it. In the meantime he took Mrs. Hardy partially into his confidence.
But her success in earning a living did not seem in the slightest degree to clear the way for marriage. She could not ask Dave to assume the support of her mother; particularly in view of Mrs. Hardy's behaviour toward him, she could not ask that. She sometimes wondered if Conward For a long while she refused to complete the thought, but at length, why not? Why shouldn't Conward marry her mother?
He had no doubt that he had furnished the occasion for much merriment upon the part of the young women, in which, quite probably, Conward had joined. "Fool," he said to himself. And because he could think of no more specific expression to suit his feelings, and because expression of any kind brought a sort of relief, he kept on repeating the word, "Fool, fool, fool!"
But I'm going to know. I'm going to find out. You're afraid of the papers. I'm not. I'll give the whole story to them to-morrow. I'll tell that you insulted him, Conward, and how you stood there, a grinning, gaping coward under the muzzle of his gun. How I wish I had a photograph of it," she exclaimed, with a little hysterical laugh. "It would look fine on the front page."
And yet she listened to them, and was not sure that she hated them. She could only say, "You are very good, Mr. Conward." He pressed her hand at the door, and again that strange mixture of emotions surged through her. Conward proceeded to the business section of the town, well pleased with the evening's events. He found his way impeded by crowds in front of the newspaper offices.
And that will look like a peanut to what we are going to make later on." "We?" "Yes. You and me. We're going into partnership." "But I've nothing to invest. I've only a very little saved up." "Invest that hundred." Dave looked at Conward sharply. Was he trifling? No; his eyes were frank and serious. "You mean it?" "Of course.
"Some one has told you," he said, "in time. You don't have to go. Don't be afraid of anything Conward may do. I will settle this score with him." She controlled herself, but when she spoke again her voice had fear and shame in it. "I I hate to tell you, Mr.
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