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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Where was she exposed?" "Down at Heinzman's. You know or perhaps you don't that old Heinzman is the worst sort of anti-vaccination crank. Well, he's reaped the reward." "Has he smallpox?" asked Orde. "Why, I thought I remembered seeing him up river only the other day." "No; his daughter." "Mina?" "Yes. Lord knows where she got it. But get it she did. Mrs.
"I couldn't!" cried Heinzman piteously. "How could I? He haf me cold. I paid Stanford five hundred dollars for his vote on the charter; and Joseph Newmark, he know dot; he can PROVE it. He tell me if I don't do what he say, he put me in jail. Think of dot! All my friends go back on me; all my money gone; maybe my daughter Mina go back on me, too. How could I?"
When one of these appeared the riverman nearest raised a long falsetto cry. This was taken up by his next neighbour and passed on. In a few minutes all that section of the drive knew that it would be wise to "lie low." And inside of two weeks Orde had the great satisfaction of learning that Heinzman was working and working hard a crew of fifty men.
"Proceed," said he shrewdly. "As security in case he cannot pay the notes the firm will have to give, he has signed an agreement to turn over to me his undivided one-half interest in our enterprises." "Vell? You vant to borrow dot money of me?" asked Heinzman. "I could not raise it." "I know that perfectly well," replied Newmark coolly.
But I don't see what you stand to lose and anyway you'll get carried over those July payments," Newmark reminded him. Heinzman was plainly uneasy and slightly afraid of these new waters in which he swam. "If you reduce the firm's profits, he iss going to suspect," he admonished. "Who said anything about reducing the firm's profits?" said Newmark impatiently.
The smell of stale cigars and cocoa matting was in the air. Down the dim length of this hall he made his way to a door, which without ceremony he pushed open. He found himself in a railed-off space, separated from the main part of the room by a high walnut grill. "Mr. Heinzman in?" he asked of a clerk. "I think so," replied the clerk, to whom evidently Orde was known.
"That's right," said Orde. In a tone of vast astonishment, the Rough Red mentioned his probable deserts in the future life. "Luk here, Jack," said he after a moment, "here's a crew of white-water birlers that ye can't beat nowheres. What do you want us to do? We're now gettin' four dollars a day AN' board from that murderin' ould villain, Heinzman, SO WE CAN AFFORD TO WURRK FOR YOU CHEAP."
Newmark nodded approval, and thrust his hand in his pocket. But Annie looked up into Orde's frank, laughing face, and her lips curved ever so faintly in the condescension of a smile. "Sure, sorr," said she, in a most unexpected brogue. "Well, I've got 'em all," said Orde, as soon as the waitress had gone with the order. "But the best stroke of business you'd never guess. I roped in Heinzman."
"That is merely to protect ourselves," struck in Newmark. "But," exploded Heinzman, his face purpling, "a dollar a tousand is absurd!" "Of course it is," agreed Newmark. "We expect it to be. But also we expect you to break out your own rollways in time. It is intended as a penalty in case you don't." "I vill not stand for such foolishness," pounded Heinzman on the arm of his chair.
"Rope 'em in," advised Newmark. "It's Saturday, and we don't want to let things simmer over Sunday, if we can help it." About eleven o'clock a clerk of the Welton Lumber Co. entered Mr. Welton's private office to deliver to Orde a note. "This just came by special messenger," he explained. Orde, with an apology, tore it open. It was from Heinzman, and requested an immediate interview.
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