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By the end of the Friday session, Crookes and his clique had sold five million bushels, "going short," promising to deliver wheat that they did not own, but expected to buy at low prices. The market that day closed at ninety-five. Friday night, in Jadwin's room in the Grand Pacific, a conference was held between Gretry, Landry Court, two of Gretry's most trusted lieutenants, and Jadwin himself.
She never asked herself whether or not she was in love with any of the three men who strove for her favor. She was quite sure she was not ready yet to be married. There was even something distasteful in the idea of marriage. She liked Landry Court immensely; she found the afternoons in Corthell's studio delightful; she loved the rides in the park behind Jadwin's horses.
It was the last fight, the supreme attempt the final consummate assault, and the thrill of a victory more brilliant, more conclusive, more decisive than any he had ever known, vibrated in Jadwin's breast, as he went to and fro in Jackson, Adams, and La Salle streets all through that day of the eleventh. But he knew the danger knew just how terrible was to be the grapple.
He had blustered about the extravagance of a "crew," but the sums of money that went to the brightening, refitting, overhauling, repainting, and reballasting of the boat all absolutely uncalled-for made even Laura gasp, and would have maintained a dozen sailors an entire year. This same inconsistency prevailed also in other directions. In the matter of business Jadwin's economy was unimpeachable.
Jadwin's carriage was already at the door. They all assembled in the parlor, every one talking at once, while the servants, bare-headed, carried the baggage down to the carriage. "Oh, wait wait a minute, I'd forgotten something," cried Laura. "What is it? Here, I'll get it for you," cried Jadwin and Cressler as she started toward the door. But she waved them off, crying: "No, no. It's nothing.
The flower was to be placed at Jadwin's plate, and it was quite the event of the day for the old fellow when the master appeared on the front steps with the flower in his coat. But a feud promptly developed over this matter between the gardener and the maid who took the butler's place at breakfast every morning.
And again the price of wheat declined. In the first week in April, at the end of the third winter of Jadwin's married life, May wheat was selling on the floor of the Chicago Board of Trade at sixty-four, the July option at sixty-five, the September at sixty-six and an eighth. During February of the same year Jadwin had sold short five hundred thousand bushels of May.
"Well," answered Gretry, looking gravely into Jadwin's eyes, "well they won't take it." Though it was barely half-past seven, her sister was dressed for the street. She wore a smart red hat, and as she stood by the French windows, looking out, she drew her gloves back and forth between her fingers, with a nervous, impatient gesture.
It was the middle of the night and the coming of the three had provoked a small alarm, so that all at the trading-post came to learn what was in the air. Jadwin's story was soon told, and Dave and Sanderson corroborated it. Without delay James Morris called the whites and Indians around him. "There is news that the French and Indians intend to attack this post," he said loudly.
Laura, her face flushing, threw a fold of the couch cover over her costume as Gretry, his hat still on his head, stepped quickly into the room. Jadwin met him half way, and Laura from her place on the couch heard the rapidly spoken words between the general and his lieutenant. "Now we're in for it!" Gretry exclaimed. "Yes well?" Jadwin's voice was as incisive and quick as the fall of an axe.
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