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It means that the temper of your depositors will be such that you're liable to be lynched, when they learn that you might have kept the bank open and did not. Think twice, Mr. Wentz." "God, but you're cold-blooded!" He groped for the chair and sat down. "You pay me a compliment," she answered, mockingly. "I take it you consent?" He muttered sullenly: "There's nothin' else. Yes."
The answer was noncommittal, but the graceful sweeping gesture with which he stroked his mustache as she departed was one of satisfaction. Mr. Wentz had a notion that after looking at him for all these years the young woman had just really seen him. The banker returned to his desk, opened a drawer and extracted a small mirror, in which he regarded himself surreptitiously.
"It would take almost the two bands at present to pay off the debt and shipping expenses." "That's not our funeral." "And the leases are of no value without stock for them." Mr. Wentz lowered his silken lashes and suggested smoothly as he continued to caress the treasured growth gently: "Neifkins might be induced to take the leases off your hands at a nominal figure." Mr.
We're going with you," said Joe. "Are you? I'm glad," answered the girl, looking at the handsome earnest face of the young minister. "Your brother's like you for all the world," whispered Mrs. Wentz. "He does look like you," said Kate, with her slow smile. "Which means you think, or hope, that that is all," retorted Joe laughingly. "Well, Kate, there the resemblance ends, thank God for Jim!"
So that was the source from which her money had come! The bank's ancient enemy had taken what any other man in Prouty would have considered an extremely long chance. Wentz never had blamed himself, but this news made him wince. Pantin the fox rather anyone else! A rebellious expression came over the man's face. With Abram Pantin in his chair his humiliation would be complete.
Two days later, Kate was disinfecting the wound of a sheep that an untrained dog had injured when a note from the Security State Bank was handed her by one of Neifkins' herders. It was signed by its President, Mr. Vernon Wentz, late of the White Hand Laundry, and there was something which filled her with forebodings in the curt request for an immediate interview.
"The man who enabled me to block your game when you thought you had me down and out not through any particular kindness of heart or chivalry, but because he had the gift of insight into character the discernment to recognize a safe loan will take your place. Abram Pantin, if he wants it, will be this bank's next president." Wentz looked his amazement.
His long hands with their supple fingers were markedly white, also from the steaming process. Being tall and of approximately correct proportions, his ready-made clothes fitted him excellently as a matter of fact, Vernon Wentz would have passed for a "gent" anywhere. Not unmindful of the presence of Mr.
The letter she expected was among the rest, and, as she looked at the draft it contained, a smile that had meant not only gratification but exultation lurked at the corners of her mouth. She led her horse to the bank and tied it. Mr. Wentz came nimbly forward to the receiving teller's window as she entered, and flashed his eloquent eyes at her.
But, as I said before, Lewis Wentz had only to toot for me to forget my old dad and the coffin and everything. With only five hundred dollars to go on, Harry and Nelly, of course, had to look about for more capital; and that was why they chose me to go in with them. I didn't have any capital except a rich father, but I suppose they thought that was the same thing.
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