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Rosamond Tallant thinks it much more likely that because I didn't introduce him to Aunt Eliza, and Chris and Molly never asked him to dinner, he got the idea that I considered him good enough to amuse myself with, but not good enough for serious consideration as a husband. And it's quite true that I always shirked that point when it was touched upon.
To men like Berringer, Grierson and Tallant and our lesser great lights the banker was a semi-mythical figure, and many times on the day of my return I was stopped on the street to satisfy the curiosity of my friends as to my impressions. Had he, for instance, let fall any opinions, prognostications on the political and financial situation?
"What's the matter with him?" Tallant demanded. A slight exultation in his tone did not escape me. "You've got me there," said Jason, "but I have it pretty straight. Any one of your reporters will tell you that he looks sick.".... The Era took Mr. Jason's advice and began to publish those portions of Krebs's speeches that were seemingly detrimental to his own cause.
Paret: undoubtedly that was what he had meant to imply... And I was forced to admit that he had succeeded deliberately or not in making the respectable Mr. Paret just a trifle uncomfortable. In the marble vestibule of the Corn National Bank I ran into Tallant, holding his brown straw hat in his hand and looking a little more moth-eaten than usual.
Miller Gorse was there, and Tallant, waving a palm-leaf while sitting under the electric fan. They were all very grave, and they began to talk about the suddenness of Mr. Watling's illness and to speculate upon its nature.
"We're all agreed, Gorse and the rest of us, that you ought to. We've got to get some ginger into this fight, and a good deal more money, I'm afraid. Jason sends word we'll need more. By the way, Hugh, I wish you'd drop around and talk to Jason and get his idea of how the land lies." I went, this time in the company of Judah B. Tallant. Naturally we didn't expect to see Mr.
"Hello, Paret," he said "how is that telephone business getting along?" "Is Dickinson in?" I asked. Tallant nodded. We went through the cool bank, with its shining brass and red mahogany, its tiled floor, its busy tellers attending to files of clients, to the president's sanctum in the rear.
"You don't think he meant to propose you seriously," Tallant exclaimed. "I'm not a d d fool," said the boss. "But I'll say this, that he half meant it. Krebs has a head-piece on him, and I tell you if any of this reform dope is worth anything his is. There's some sense in what he's talking, and if all the voters was like him you might get a man like me for mayor.
I didn't mean anything. Nobody appreciates you more than I do, old man." Tallant, too, added something, and Berringer, I've forgotten what. I was tired, too tired to meet their advances halfway.
The forces of "privilege and corruption" were not much alarmed. Perry Blackwood accused the newspapers of having agreed to a "conspiracy of silence"; but, as Judah B. Tallant remarked, it was the business of the press to give the public what it wanted, and the public as yet hadn't shown much interest in the struggle being waged in its behalf.
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