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Dave started for the door, but his course suddenly veered, and he found himself leaning over a chair. Conward helped him into his overcoat, and half led, half shoved him to his boarding house. Elden awoke Sunday morning with a feeling that his head had been boiled.
"Well, there's nothing like the range and the open country. If I could handle horses like you there isn't anything would hold me in town. "Oh, I don' know," Dave answered. "You get mighty sick of it." "Did you get sick of it?" Elden shot a keen glance at him. The conversation was becoming personal. Yet there was in Mr.
"But I have bought," said Mrs. Hardy, and there was triumph rather than regret in her voice. "I have paid my deposit." "It is the policy of this firm," Elden continued, "not to force or take advantage of hurried decisions. The fact that you have already made a deposit does not alter that policy.
Can I help?" "Your father has confessed," said Mrs. Hardy, trying hard to speak with judicial calm. "Now tell us about your relations with this young Elden, this cow puncher. Let us know the worst." Irene's startled eyes flew from her mother to her father's face. And there they caught something that restored their calm. "There was no worst," she said, with a ripple of laughter.
Elden promptly engaged the doctor in conversation, and in a few moments had gleaned the main facts in connection with the accident and the father and daughter which it had brought so involuntarily under his roof. He was quite sober now, and his speech, although slovenly, was not indelicate.
"I'll walk around with you." He turned for his hat, but at that moment there was another timid knock on the door. He opened it. A boy of eight or ten years stood outside. "Can I come in?" the lad ventured. "Why, of course you can. What is it, son?" "Are you Mr. Elden?" "Yes." The lad looked shyly about the office. It was evident he was impressed with its magnificence.
Elden wants to get the property back makes me more satisfied," she added, with the peculiarly irritating laugh of a woman who thinks she is extraordinarily shrewd, and is only very silly. "The agreement is signed?" said Dave. He walked to the desk and picked up the documents, and the cheque that lay upon them. His eye ran down the familiar contract.
It was easy to locate the office of Conward & Elden; it stood on a principal corner of a principal street, and the name was blazoned to the wayfarer in great gilt letters. Thence she led her mother, and found herself treading on the marble floors of the richly appointed waiting room in a secret excitement which she could with difficulty conceal.
And the firm of Conward & Elden had profited not the least in these wild years of gain-getting. Their mahogany finished first floor quarters were the last word in office luxuriance. Conward's private room might with credit have housed a premier or a president. Its purpose was to be impressive, rather than to give any other service, as Conward spent little of his time therein.
Elden," she protested. "I can't stay here any longer; I will have no job, and I can't pay you back. You see I can't take it even from you. What a fool I was! For a few clothes " "You will continue to work for me," he said. She shook her head. "No. I can't. I can't work anywhere near him." "You won't need to. The firm of Conward & Elden will be dissolved at once.
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