NE morning early in July, as Alan was passing Pole Baker's cabin, on his way to Darley, Pole's wife came out to the fence and stopped him. She was a slender, ill-clad woman, who had once been pretty, and her face still had a sort of wistful attractiveness that was appealing to one who knew what she had been through since her marriage.
"Are you goin' to town, Mr. Alan?" she asked, nervously1.
"Yes, Mrs. Baker," Alan answered. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
She did not reply at once, but came through the little gate, which swung on wooden hinges, and stood looking up at him, a thin, hesitating hand on his bridle-rein.
"I'm afeerd some 'n' s happened to Pole," she faltered2. "He hain't been home fer two whole days an' nights. It's about time fer 'im to spree agin, an' I'm powerful afeerd he's in trouble. I 'lowed while you was in town that you mought inquire about 'im, an' let me know when you come back. That ud sorter free my mind a little. I didn't close my eyes all last night."
"I 'll do all I can, Mrs. Baker," Alan promised. "But you mustn't worry; Pole can take care of himself, drunk or sober. I 'll be back to-night."
Alan rode on, leaving the pathetic figure at the gate looking after him. "I wonder," he mused3, "what Uncle Ab would say about love that has that sort of reward. Poor woman! Pole was her choice, and she has to make the best of it. Perhaps she loves the good that's in the rascal4."
He found Rayburn Miller5 at his desk, making out some legal document. "Take a seat," said Miller, "I 'll be through in a minute. What's the news out your way?" he asked, as he finished his work and put down his pen.
"Nothing new, I believe," said Alan. "I've been away for two days. Not having anything else to do, I made it my business to ride over every foot of my father's big investment, and, to tell you the truth, I've come to you with a huge idea. Don't laugh; I can't help it. It popped in my head and sticks, that's all."
"Good. Let me have it."
"Before I tell you what it is," said Alan, "I want you to promise not to ridicule6 me. I'm as green as a gourd7 in business matters; but the idea has hold of me, and I don't know that even your disapproval8 will make me let it loose."
"That's a good way to put it," laughed Miller. "The idea has hold of you and you can't let it loose. It applies more closely to investments than anything else. Once git into a deal and you are afraid to let it go—like the chap that held the calf9 and called for help."
"Well, here it is," said Alan. "I've made up my mind that a railroad can—and shall—be built from these two main lines to my father's lumber10 bonanza11." Miller whistled. A broad smile ingulfed the pucker12 of his lips, and then his face dropped into seriousness. A look almost of pity for his friend's credulity and inexperience came into his eyes.
"I must say you don't want a little thing, my boy," he said, indulgently. "Remember you are talking to a fellow that has rubbed up against the moneyed world considerable for a chap raised in the country. The trouble with you, Alan, is that you have got heredity to contend with; you are a chip off the old block in spite of your belonging to a later generation. You have inherited your father's big ideas. You are a sort of Colonel Sellers, who sees millions in everything you look at."
Alan' s face fell, but there remained in it a tenacious13 expression that won Miller's admiration14 even while he deplored15 it. There was, too, a ring of confidence in the young farmer's tone when he replied:
"How much would a railroad through that country, eighteen miles in length, cost?"
"Nothing but a survey by an expert could answer that, even approximately," said the lawyer, leaning back in his creaking chair. "If you had the right of way, a charter from the State, and no big tunnels to make nor long bridges to build, you might, I should say, construct the road alone—without locomotives and rolling-stock generally—for a little matter of one hundred and fifty thousand. I don't know; I'm only guessing; but it wouldn't fall under that estimate."
"I didn't think it would," replied Alan, growing more enthusiastic. "Now then, if there was a railroad to my father's property, how much would his twenty thousand acres be worth?"
Miller smiled again and began to figure on a scrap16 of paper with a pencil. "Oh, as for that," he said, "it would really be worth—standing uncut, unsawn, including a world of tan-bark—at least twenty-five dollars an acre, say a clear half million for it all. Oh, I know it looks as plain as your nose on your face; things always do on paper. It looks big and it shines; so does a spider-web in the sunshine to a fly; but you don't want to be no fly, my boy; and you don't want any spider-webs—on the brain, anyway."
Alan stood up and walked to the door and back; finally he shrugged17 his broad shoulders. "I don't care what you say," he declared, bringing his hand down firmly on Miller's desk. "It will pay, as sure as I'm alive. There's no getting around the facts. It will take a quarter of a million investment to market a half-million-dollar bunch of timber with the land thrown in and the traffic such a road would secure to help pay expenses. There are men in the world looking for such opportunities and I'm going to give somebody a chance."
"You have not looked deep enough into it, my boy," mildly protested Miller. "You haven't figured on the enormous expense of running such a road and the dead loss of the investment after the lumber is moved out. You'd have a railroad property worth a quarter of a million on your hands. I can't make you see my position. I simply say to you that I wouldn't touch a deal like that with a ten-foot pole."
Alan laughed good-naturedly as he laid his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I reckon you think I'm off," he said, "but sooner or later I'm going to put this thing through. Do you hear me? I 'll put it through if it takes ten years to do it. I want to make the old man feel that he has not made such a fool of himself; I want to get even with the Thompson crowd, and Perkins, and everybody that is now poking18 fun at a helpless old man. I shall begin by raising money some way or other to pay taxes, and hold on to every inch of the ground."
Miller's glance fell before the fierce fire of Alan's eyes, and for the first time his tone wavered.
"Well," he said, "you may have the stuff in you that big speculators are made of, and I may simply be prejudiced against the scheme on account of your father's blind plunging19, and what some men would call over-cautiousness on my part. I may be trying to prevent what you really ought to do; but I am advising you as a friend. I only know I would be more cautious. Of course, you may try. You'd not lose in doing that; in fact, you'd gain experience. I should say that big dealers20 in lumber are the men you ought to see first. They know the values of such investments, and they are reaching out in all directions now. They have cleaned up the timber near the railroads."
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