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"I got East as fur as Cheyenne that same year. We nearly run into each other, didn't we?" Shepler grinned again. "Oldaker found a man from New York on the train the other day, up in one of the emigrant cars. He was a truck driver, and he looked it and talked it, but Oldaker stuck by him all the afternoon."
We ain't afraid of any pikers like Shepler, with his little two and five thousand lots. Oh! I can jest hear 'em callin' you hard names down in that Wall Street Napoleon of Finance and Copper King and all like that in about thirty days!" He accepted Percival's invitation that afternoon to go down into the Street with him.
Over coffee and chartreuse in the drawing-room there was more general talk of money and marriage, and of one for the other. "And so he married money," concluded Mrs. Gwilt-Athelstan of one they had discussed. "Happy marriage!" Shepler called out. "No; money talks! and this time, on my word, now, it made you want to put on those thick sealskin ear-muffs.
The inflated 'r' and the smothered 'r' never quite harmonise." "Western money talks good straight New York talk," ventured Miss Milbrey, with the air of one who had observed in her time. Shepler grinned, and the parents of the young woman resisted with indifferent success their twin impulses to frown.
He read: "DEAR RULON SHEPLER: I am sure you know women too well to have thought I loved you as a wife should love her husband. And I know your bigness too well to believe you will feel harshly toward me for deciding that I could not marry you. I could of course consistently attribute my change to consideration for you. I should have been very little comfort to you.
"He will that and the West is the only place fur him. He was gettin' bad notions about his own country here from them folks that's always crackin' up the 'other side' 'sif there wa'n't any 'this side, worth speakin' of in company. This was no place fur him. Mr. Shepler, this whole country is God's country.
Uncle Peter was grinning now with rare enjoyment he who had in the presence of the family shown naught but broken age and utter despondency. "You rough-housed the boy considerable yesterday." "I never believed the fellow would hold on," said Shepler. "I'm sure you're right in a way about the West. There isn't another man in this section who'd have plunged as he did. Really, Mr.
Don't you suppose Shepler knows what he's about? there's a boy that won't be peddling shoe-laces and gum-drops off one of these neat little bosom-trays not for eighty-five or ninety-thousand years yet and Relpin, even if he was drunk, knows Shepler's deals like you know Skiplap. They'll bear the stocks all they can while they're buying up.
Milbrey looked slightly puzzled and Uncle Peter chuckled, affirming mentally that Rulon Shepler must be like one of those tug-boats, with most of his lines under the surface. "But, I say, you know, Shepler," protested one of the solemn young men, "he must still talk like a banjo." "And gargle all his 'r's," added the other, very earnestly. "They never get over that, you know."
"That's what! Uncle Peter." Toward the upper end of the East Drive they passed a victoria in which were Miss Milbrey and her mother with Rulon Shepler. The men raised their hats. Miss Milbrey flashed the blue of her eyes to them and pointed down her chin in the least bit of a bow. Mrs. Milbrey stared. "Wa'n't that Shepler?" "Yes, Shepler and the Milbreys.
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