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Suddenly he pulled off his hat, disclosing a shock of brown hair. "Are you Mr. Elden that sells lots?" "Yes. Or, rather, I did sell lots, but not many of late. Were you thinking of buying a few lots?" "Did you sell lots to my father?" "Well, if I knew your father's name perhaps I could tell you. Who is your father?" "He's Mr. Merton. I'm his son.
"You remember our wager, Elden. I present you with a burnt-out match." "You liar!" cried Dave. "You infamous liar!" "Ask her," Conward replied. "She will deny it, of course. All women do." Dave felt his muscles tighten, and knew that in a moment he would tear his victim to pieces. As his clenched fist came to the side of his body it struck something hard. His revolver!
For the second time in his life Dave Elden had laid his heart bare to her, and again after all these years he still talked as friend to friend. That was it. She was under no delusion. Dave's eyes were as blind to her love as they had been that night when he had first told her of Irene Hardy. And she could not tell him. Most of all, she could not tell him now. . . . Yes, she was very sure of that.
Elden?" she exclaimed. "Is anything wrong?" He found it hard to meet her frank, unsuspecting eyes; hard to draw back the curtains of the world so much that those eyes would never again be quite so frank and unsuspecting. . . . "Miss Wardin," he said, "did Conward tell you that?" "What? About going to the mountains? Of course.
A light shone from within, and Dr. Hardy, who was now able to move about with the aid of a home-made crutch, could be seen setting the table, while Mr. Elden stirred a composition on the stove. They chatted as they worked, and there was something of the joy of little children in their companionship.
She had not doubted the sincerity of her attachment for Dave Elden; but, had she experienced such a doubt, the entry of Bert Morrison into the drama would have forever removed it. Indeed, now that she knew that Dave's suit would be regarded with favour by another woman an accomplished, clever, experienced woman, she was very much more eager to monopolize it to herself.
"Yes, I have a purpose," he admitted. "I'm pulling off a little joke, and I want you to help me." "You're some joker," she returned. "Who have you got it in for?" "You know Elden Dave Elden?" "Sure. I've known him ever since that jolt put him out of business up in your rooms, ever so many years ago. He was too rural for that mixture. Still, Elden has lots of friends decent friends, I mean."
If you had had more you would have paid more. I suppose Conward justified himself with the argument that if he didn't take your easy money some one else would, which is doubtless true. But just to show how I feel about it I'll buy those lots from you, for three thousand dollars." "I can't do it, Mr. Elden; I can't do it," said Merton, and there was moisture on his cheeks.
That section was now considered close-in property, and lots which Conward & Elden had originally sold for two hundred dollars each had since changed hands at more than a thousand. The street railway ran far beyond it. Water mains, sewers, electric lights, graded streets and concrete sidewalks had sprawled for miles across the prairie.
We will allot him a room, and introduce him, first, to the bath-room. And tomorrow we shall have an excursion down town, and some new clothes for Charlie Elden." As they moved up the stairs Conward, who had been in another room in conversation with Mrs. Hardy, followed them unseen. The evening had been interminable for Conward.
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