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The little road couldn't stand alone, and the day of big interest is about over." "That explanation may satisfy you, Mr. Hollowell, but it don't give us our money, and I notify you that we shall carry the matter into the courts. Good-morning." When Mr. Hopper had gone, the two developers looked at each other a moment seriously. "Hopper 'll fight," Hollowell said at last.
In the clubs, long after, you would hear it said that Hollowell and Henderson were awfully sharp, and hard to beat. It is a very bad business, said the Brandon parliament, and it just shows that the whole country is losing its moral sense, its capacity to judge what is right and what is wrong.
"What do you mean, Carmen?" asked Margaret, startled. "Why, that is the road Mr. Henderson is in." "Yes, I know, dear. There were too many in it." "Isn't it safe?" said Margaret, turning to Hollowell. "A great deal more solid than it was," he replied. "It is part of a through line. I suppose Miss Eschelle found a better investment." "One nearer home," she admitted, in the most matter-of-fact way.
"What a delightful old party!" said Carmen, after he had gone. "I've a mind to adopt him." In a week Hollowell and Carmen were the best of friends. She called him "Uncle Jerry," and buzzed about him, to his great delight. "The beauty of it is," he said, "you never can tell where she will light." Everybody knows what Newport is in August, and we need not dwell on it.
Jerry is going to build a palace out on the Massachusetts Avenue extension bigger than the White House." "I don't want to hear anything about Hollowell." "But he is the coming man. He represents the democratic plutocracy that we are coming to." All Morgan's banter couldn't shake Margaret's enjoyment of the cheerful city. "You like it as well as anybody," she told him. And in truth he and Mrs.
Jerry Hollowell, having inquired where Margaret was staying, called to pay his respects, as he phrased it. Carmen, who was with Margaret in the morning-room, received him with her most distinguished manner. "We all know Mr. Hollowell," she said. "That's not always an advantage," retorted Uncle Jerry, seating himself, and depositing his hat beside his chair. "When do you expect your husband, Mrs.
"Well, my wife and children get what they call quiet. I guess a month of it would use me up. She says if I had a place here I'd like it. Perhaps so. You are very comfortably fixed, Miss Eschelle." "It does very well for us, but something more would be expected of Mr. Hollowell. We are just camping-out here.
"Because these philanthropists, like Mr. Henderson and Uncle Jerry Hollowell, are all building on top; putting on the frosting before the cake rises." "Haven't you found out, Mr. Ponsonby," Margaret interrupted, "that if there were eight sides to a question, Miss Eschelle would be on every one of them?" "And right, too. There are eight sides to every question, and generally more.
"Henderson must have given the girl points," thought Hollowell. He began to feel at home with her. If he had said the truth, it would have been that she was more his kind than Mrs. Henderson, but that he respected the latter more. "I think we might go in partnership, Miss Eschelle, to mutual advantage but not in building. Your ideas are too large for me there."
Henderson, he stepped into control of Mr. Henderson's property and obtained the mission to Rome; but later on he had been accepted as one of the powers in the financial world. There were a few of the old stagers who never trusted him. Uncle Jerry Hollowell, for instance, used to say, "Mavick is smart, smart as lightnin'; I guess he'll make ducks and drakes of the Henderson property."
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