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Updated: June 5, 2025
There was not much will power. He was no planner. He gathered people round him by the "solar" force of his mind. If he had been a designing man if largely developed behind the ears he would have gone to work in a different way. There was good development in the intellectual, sympathetic, and emotional part of his nature; and this combination made him a popular preacher.
However, the town planner will add to this by improvising mud enclosures for animals, and an occasional wall and "tower." The mud is mixed with cut grass and reeds, quickly drying into a hard substance, and sufficiently permanent for anything that such a temporary village requires.
He was a money maker, a sales manager of rare ability, and, as Sam knew, a planner and executor of business coups of the first class. Sam did not want to deal with Lewis. He had respect for the man's ability in driving sharp bargains and felt that he would like to have the whip in his own hands when it came to the point of dealing with him.
He did not answer, but he tried to look as if his partner had exactly guessed his actual intention. "I thought so," continued the injured Planner. "Michael, you do not know me. You do not understand my character. I am a child to persuade, but a rock if you attempt to force me. I shall not desert the bank, whilst there is a chance of paying back all that we have drawn." "We, sir?" "Yes we.
Truly, a mighty part is that of the artist. Artists are the educators of humanity. Take from Greece Homer and Phidias, and Sophocles and Scopas, and the planner of the Parthenon, and you efface Greece from history.
"And as to this Association," continued Planner, "let me have my way for once the thing is clear, and cannot fail. The elements of success are there, and a splendid fortune must be realized. I am not greedy. I don't want to grasp every thing for myself. I told you just now that we would share and share alike. You are not up to projects of this nature. I am. Trust to me.
A vision of gray eyes, blurred in tears of regret, had obliterated all that was material. In defeat his adversary had the victory. He, Philip Crane, the man of calculation, was but a creature of emotion. Bah! At forty if a man chooses to assume the role of Orlando he does it to perfection. With an effort he swept away the cobweb of dreams and sat upright Philip Crane, the careful planner.
What could be done now to repair the error? Absolutely nothing; and, at the best, he had only to prepare himself, for the remainder of his days, to live in doubt, fear, anxiety, and torture. In the meanwhile, Planner grew actually enamoured of the Pantamorphica Association.
Among the first to reach the shore, was the gallant General, the planner of the enterprise, who, with his personal staff, crossed the river in the barge of the Commodore, steered by that officer himself.
"Pshaw your gains where are they?" "That's nothing to the point. Did I not promise?" "Well well." "And now, after all my labour and struggling, because I have failed, you wish to turn me off, and throw me to the world. Now, speak the truth, man is it not so?" Oh! Planner was a cunning creature, and so was Michael Allcraft. Mark them both!
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