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Bill said that he had spent his life plowing the seas, but that all the fault I had was being a landsman. I admitted that I had farmed some near Herkimer. "And," sneered Mr. Wisner crushingly, "how long does it take a man to clear and grub out and subdue enough land in Herkimer County to make a living on? Ten years! Twenty years! Thirty years!
The Foreign Office is buzzing with inquiries, and Puerto del Norte is burning up the wires." "Puerto del Norte! How did they hear?" "Telephone, of course. I hear Wisner is coming up," said Sherwen. "I've got to get a wire to the port at once," cried the scientist. "At once!" "You! What for?" "To stop off Wisner. To tell him it isn't so." "You're excited, my boy," said Mr. Brewster kindly.
I was setting there fixing up the bricks, ready to put them in, when I heard some one talking on the other side of the fence. You couldn't see nobody through the fence, no more'n if they was a thousand miles away; but you could hear 'em talk, all right, there, through the hole. I could tell who one of 'em was it was the voice of Old Lady Wisner.
I'd heard of middle-age women getting infaturated with chauffores. Why not gardeners, then? Something was going on between them two, else why should she be so damned jealous? And why should he be so damned sassy to her? I wondered what Old Man Wisner would think if he knew what I knew now about his wife. Didn't this even things up some?
And yet she told me Oh, shucks, Curly!" "Well, what did she say?" "She says she met Old Lady Wisner fair out on the sidewalk one morning and she was going to speak to her; they was both of them going down to their cars, which was standing side by side on the street. The old lady, she turns up her nose, such as there was of it, and she looks the other way. That hurt my girl a good deal.
"Let it go the way it lays on the board. I don't like Old Man Wisner a little bit anyhow." "Well," says I, "if he's running for alderman, why don't you run for sher'f or something, just to keep occupied?" "I'm studying my ward," says he. "I don't know very many of the saloon people yet. You have to be pretty far along to get to be sher'f in a place like this.
It ain't been nothing but a mistake all down the line. But, as far as it can be squared, the old man and me we've set out to square it tonight. Him and me is going to call on Old Man Wisner this evening," says I. "We're going over as soon as Old Man Wisner gets home. I'm going with your pa, Bonnie. You know me and I reckon you know him too. I reckon there may be some plain conversation."
Wisner. I said I would argue it at a proper time; but it is no matter. Go ahead. Dr. Beman hoped the discussion would be ruled out. He did not think it a legitimate subject to go into, Moses and the prophets, Christ and his apostles, and all intermediate authorities, on the subject of what the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in America had done.
I reckon maybe she's somewhere with him." "Yes; with him!" breaks out Old Man Wright. "It was neck against neck me and Wisner. I had him beat; I'd of had him on his knees. And now he's put the greatest disgrace on us any man could of figured out, no matter how hard he tried his hired man has run away with my daughter! I could of laughed at Wisner once. Can I laugh at him now?"
Of course, living there so long, I couldn't help knowing some of the things along the Row. I knowed there was a sort of a fight there as to which was the queen of Millionaire Row, which was the same as being the queen of the society of this here city of Chicago. Either it was this Mrs. Henry D. Kimberly or else it was Mrs. David Abraham Wisner.
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