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So we must plan two campaigns; one, which I have already suggested, and one, if that should fail, to cause Elden to distrust Irene. No, no," he said, raising his hand toward Mrs. Hardy, who had started from her seat, "there must be no vestige of reason, except that the end justifies the means. It is a case of saving Irene, even if we must pain her and you in the saving."
"Give the money to the Salvation Army," he said, "and forget about the rest. Isn't it Kipling who says 'There comes a night when the best gets tight, and so on? We could tell the story, but what good would it do? And let me tell you, Elden, there are mighty few, men or women, who have gone half way through life without something they'd like to forget. Why not let them forget it?
Not far from hence is Elden Hole, a cavity or pit, or hole in the earth, of such a monstrous depth, that if you throw in a pebble stone, and lay your ear to the edge of the hole, you hear it falling for a long time. As soon as it comes to the bottom it emits a sound as if some one were uttering a loud sigh.
He had evidently not expected to find Elden there, but after a moment of hesitation he nodded cordially to his partner. "Almost ready, Miss Wardin?" he asked, cheerily. "Our train goes in " He took his watch from his pocket and consulted it. Dave's eyes were fixed on the girl. He wondered whether, in this testing moment, she would fight for herself or lean weakly on him as her protector.
"You are charging this woman twenty-five thousand dollars for a house that won't bring twenty thousand on the open market to-day, and by Fall won't bring ten thousand. The firm of Conward & Elden will have nothing to do with that transaction. It won't even endorse it over." A fire was burning in the grate.
And he said to me, before he got so bad, he said, 'There's just one honest man in this city, and that's Mr. Elden. Is that you, Mr. Elden?" "Well, I hope it is, but I won't claim such a distinction. I remember your father very well. Did he send you to me?" "No sir. He's too sick. He don't know anybody now. He didn't know me to-night." The boy's voice went thick, and he stopped and swallowed.
It is the business of newspaper people to know things and people, and it seemed to Irene that she could ask such a question of Miss Morrison in a sort of professional way. But she had not been prepared for the reply. The fact is Irene had not been at all sure that she wanted to marry Dave Elden.
It was particularly distasteful to Elden to be obliged to add his word to Conward's in such matters, for although Conward carefully refrained from making any direct reference to Mrs. Hardy's purchase, the inference that great profits would accrue to her therefrom was very obvious. A tall man passed by with a richly gowned woman on his arm. "Jim Farley," Conward explained. "Plasterer by trade.
"And I give them most frankly, although, perhaps, with more difficulty than you suppose." "You are very good, Mr. Conward," she acknowledged. "I could not wish you anything but happiness," he returned. "And had I been so fortunate as Elden, in making your acquaintance first, I might have hoped to contribute to your happiness more directly than I can under the present circumstances."
Then he immediately re-invested his little fortune, and to-day It's the story of hundreds." Elden was glad when Mrs. Hardy remembered that she must not remain up late. Her physician had prescribed rest. Early to bed, you know. Still, Mr. Conward's anecdotes were so refreshing, so suggestive of that what is it you call it? that spirit of the West, etc.
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