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Cressler who, though he never speculated, appeared regularly upon the Board every morning making his way towards one of the windows in the front of the building. His pocket was full of wheat, taken from a bag on one of the sample tables.
"Oh, bless you, Carrie," said Aunt Wess'; "I couldn't think of tea. My back is just about broken, and I'm going straight to my bed." Mrs. Cressler showed them to their rooms. Wessels elected to sleep together, and once the door had closed upon them the little girl unburdened herself.
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.
I want him out of the market. We've let him have his way now for three or four months. We figured we'd let him run to the dollar mark. The May option closed this morning at a dollar and an eighth.... Now we take hold. "But," Cressler hastened to object, "you forget I'm not a speculator." Freye smiled, and tapped his friend on the arm.
There was a step at the door, and as Crookes called to come in, the office messenger entered and put a slip of paper into his hands. Crookes looked at it, and pushed it across his desk towards Cressler. "Here you are," he observed. "That's your trade. Five hundred May, at a dollar ten. You were lucky to get it at that or at any price." "Ten!" cried the other, as he took the paper.
Crookes, whom Cressler intuitively singled out as the leader, did not so much as open his mouth till Sweeny had talked himself breathless, and all the preliminaries were out of the way. Then he remarked, his eye as lifeless as the eye of a fish, his voice as expressionless as the voice of Fate itself: "I don't know who the big Bull is, and I don't care a curse. But he don't suit my book.
The eyes were deep-sunk, the bones of the face were gaunt and bare; and from moment to moment the man swallowed quickly and moistened his lips. Crookes nodded as his ally came up, and one finger raised, pointed to a chair. He himself was impassive, calm. He did not move. Taciturn as ever, he waited for the other to speak. "I want to talk with you, Mr. Crookes," began Cressler, hurriedly.
He does everything, every little thing I say. He just seems to think of nothing else but to please me from morning until night. And when I finally said I would marry him, why, Mrs. Cressler, he choked all up, and the tears ran down his face, and all he could say was, 'May God bless you! May God bless you! over and over again, and his hand shook so that Oh, well," she broke off abruptly.
Cressler began to talk to Laura in a low voice. She and Charlie were going to spend a part of June at Oconomowoc, in Wisconsin. Why could not Laura make up her mind to come with them? She had asked Laura a dozen times already, but couldn't get a yes or no answer from her. What was the reason she could not decide? Didn't she think she would have a good time? "I would like to have you take her.
Corthell. It's Mr. Jadwin." "Thank God!" declared Mrs. Cressler fervently, and with the words kissed Laura on both cheeks. "My dear, dear child, you can't tell how glad I am. From the very first I've said you were made for one another. And I thought all the time that you'd told him you wouldn't have him." "I did," said Laura. Her manner was quiet. She seemed a little grave.
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