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When it is remembered that scarcely two years ago the original shares, issued at fifty dollars per share, had dropped to only fifty cents a share, it will be seen that those who were able to hold on have got a good thing." "What mine did you say?" asked Barker, looking up meditatively from the dishes he was already washing. "The Yellow Hammer First Extension," returned Demorest shortly.
His half cynical, wholly contemptuous ignoring of the real issue between them was more crushing to Demorest than the keenest reproach or most tragic outburst. He did not lift his eyes as Blandford resumed in a dry, business-like way: "When I came across the plains to California, I fell in with a man about my own age an emigrant also.
"Why," said the smiling Demorest, "as long as I am satisfied?" "Because I am not. If you're satisfied, I'm a wretched idiot and not fit for my position. Now, look here, Phil. When you wrote me to sell out your shares in the Wheat Trust I was a little staggered.
"Well, it's to save him from having his heart broken further that I intend to find out this forger," said Stacy grimly. "Good-night, Phil! I'll telegraph to you when I want you, and then COME!" With another grip of the hand he left Demorest to his thoughts.
"But what are YOU going to do?" said Barker, with a half-hysteric, half-frightened smile. "We have not yet looked through our luggage," said Demorest with invincible gravity, "and there's a secret recess a double FOND to my portmanteau, known only to a trusty page, which has not been disturbed since I left my ancestral home in Faginia.
Wash up; and by the time you're ready Barker ought to be back, and we'll have supper. It's waiting for us in the other room." "But how about Barker, the dear boy?" persisted Demorest, holding open the door. "Tell me, is he well and happy?" "About as well as we all are," said Stacy quickly, yet with a certain dry significance. "Never mind now; wait until you see him." The door closed.
He stopped, half in pity of his adversary's shame, half in surprise of his own calmness. Five years before, in the tumultuous consciousness of his wrongs, he would have scarcely trusted himself face to face with the cooler and more self-controlled Demorest. He wondered at and partly admired his own coolness now, in the presence of his enemy's confusion.
But Stacy did not seem to hear this or require further proof. His face was quite gray and his lips compressed until lost in his closely set beard as he gazed fixedly out of the window. For the first time, really concerned and touched, Demorest laid his hand gently on his shoulder. "Tell me, Jim, how much does this mean to you apart from me? Don't think of me."
"But I was not laughing, Dona Rosita," said Demorest, smiling sadly, however, in spite of himself. She made a little grimace, and then raised her elbows, slightly lifting her shoulders. "As it shall please you, Senor. But he is gone thees passion. Yess what you shall call thees sentiment of lof zo as he came!"
In Bob's mind the pity of it grew as the time crept on. But Adoree Demorest was wonderful. Despite her inexperience she was calm, capable, sympathetic, and, best of all, her normality afforded a support upon which both the husband and the wife could rest. When she finally made herself ready for the street Bob cried piteously: "You're not going to leave us?" "I must.
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