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Always some complaint to make about 'em." "And I had a chance to get out a week ago." "Yes, and you wouldn't take it, of course you knew too much swellin' around here about bein' a Napoleon of finance and a Shepler and a Wizard of Wall Street, and all that kind of guff and you wouldn't take your chance, and old Mr. Chance went right off and left you, that's what.
Shepler had not been sure of her until now. Well, Shepler might be hurled from that certainty by one hour of determined action. The great wild wish narrowed itself into a definite plan. He recalled the story Uncle Peter had told at the Oldakers' about the woman and her hair. A woman could be coerced if a man knew her weakness. He could coerce her.
Wasn't it the jolliest evening?" They were in the carriage. "Did you and Mr. Bines enjoy yourselves as much as you seemed to?" "And isn't his grandfather an old dear? What an interesting little story about that woman. I know just how she felt. You see, sir," she turned to Shepler, "there is always a way to manage a woman you must find her weakness." "He's a very unusual old chap," said Shepler.
"Oh, yes . than to have your own ox gored without a word of talk. I remember it perfectly now. And there we're moving on to this feast of reason " "And the flow of something superior to reason," finished Shepler, who had come over for Mrs. Van Geist. "Oldaker has some port that lay in the wood in his cellar for forty years and went around the world between keel and canvas."
I didn't want to embarrass him. Funny about him, too. I never heard before of his drinking anything to speak of. And there isn't a man in the Street comes so near to knowing what the big boys are up to. But we're on the winning cards all right. I get exactly the same information from a dozen confidential sources; some of it I can trace to Relpin, and some of it right to Shepler himself."
Oldaker was flirting brazenly with Shepler, and prattling impartially to him and to one of the twin nephews of old days in social New York; of a time when the world of fashion occupied a little space at the Battery and along Broadway; of its migration to the far north of Great Jones Street, St. Mark's Place, and Second Avenue.
"Everything wiped out, I tell you Union Cordage gone down thirty-five points, somebody let out the inside secrets and God only knows how far Western Trolley's gone down." "Are you all in?" "Every dollar you knew that. But say," he brightened out of his despair, "there's the One Girl a good producer Shepler knows the property Shepler's in this block " and he was gone.
Uncle Peter did succeed in walking as far as Madison Square. He walked, indeed, with a step of amazing springiness for a man of his years. But there, instead of reposing in the sun, he entered a cab and was driven to the Vandevere Building, where he sent in his name to Rulon Shepler. He was ushered into Shepler's office after a little delay. The two men shook hands warmly.
Course, I don't say you ain't got a game of some kind but I got one of them presentiments that it ain't Wall Street." "I don't believe it is, Uncle Peter I won't touch another share, and I won't go near Shepler again. We'll keep the One Girl." He called a cab for the old man, and saw him started safely off up-town.
She looked at the old man closely. Her intuition confirmed his own protestations of friendliness. "I don't mind telling you in strict confidence, there was talk of marriage, and his people, all but the sister, encouraged it. Then after she was engaged to Shepler they talked him out of it. Now that's the whole God's truth, if it does you any good."
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