On the Saturday following Blackie Daw’s departure all points had been brought together: the drainage operation had been completed; walls had been built about the three springs which supplied the swamp; the foundation of the studio had been completed, and all his workmen paid off and discharged; and the surplus of the Bubble Bank had reached approximately its high-water mark.
On Sunday Wallingford, taking dinner with the Bubbles, unrolled a set of drawings, showing a beautiful Colonial residence which he proposed to build on vacant property he had that day bought, just east of Jonas Bubble’s home.
“Good!” approved Jonas with a clumsily bantering4 glance at his daughter, who colored deliciously. “Going to get married and settle down?”
“You never can tell,” laughed Wallingford. “Whether I do or not, however, the building of one or several houses like this would be a good investment, for the highly paid decorators and modelers which the pottery5 will employ will pay good rents.”
Jonas nodded gravely.
“How easily success comes to men of enterprise and far-sightedness,” he declared with hearty6 approbation7, in which there was mixed a large amount of self-complacency; for in thus complimenting Wallingford he could not but compliment himself.
On Monday Wallingford walked into the Bubble Bank quite confidently.
“Bubble, how much is my balance?” he asked, as he had done several times before.
Mr. Bubble, smiling, turned to his books.
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“Three thousand one hundred and sixty-two dollars and fifty-eight cents,” said he.
“Why, I’m a pauper8!” protested Wallingford. “I never could keep track of my bank balance. Well, that isn’t enough. I’ll have to borrow some.”
“I guess we can arrange that,” said Jonas with friendly, one might almost say paternal9, encouragement. “How much do you want?”
“Well, I’ll have to have about forty-five thousand dollars, all told,” replied Wallingford in an offhand10 manner.
He had come behind the railing, as he always did. He was leaning at the end of Mr. Bubble’s desk, his hands crossed before him. From his finger sparkled a big three-carat diamond; from his red-brown cravat—price three-fifty—sparkled another brilliant white stone fully1 as large; an immaculate white waistcoat was upon his broad chest; from his pocket depended a richly jeweled watch-fob. For just an instant Jonas Bubble was staggered, and then the recently imbibed11 idea of large operations quickly reasserted itself. Why, here before him stood a commercial Napoleon. Only a week or so before Wallingford’s bank balance had been sixty thousand dollars; at other times it had been even more, and [Pg 291]there had been many intervals12 between when his balance had been less than it was now. Here was a man to whom forty-five thousand dollars meant a mere temporary convenience in conducting operations of incalculable size. Here was a man who had already done more to advance the prosperity of Blakeville than any one other—excepting, of course, himself—in its history. Here was a man predestined by fate to enormous wealth, and, moreover, one who might be linked to Mr. Bubble, he hoped and believed, by ties even stronger than mere business associations.
“Pretty good sum, Wallingford,” said he. “We have the money, though, and I don’t see why we shouldn’t arrange it. Thirty-day note, I suppose?”
“Oh, anything you like,” said Wallingford carelessly. “Fifteen days will do just as well, but I suppose you’d rather have the interest for thirty,” and he laughed pleasantly.
“Yes, indeed,” Jonas replied, echoing the laugh. “You’re just in the nick of time, though, Wallingford. A month from now we wouldn’t have so much. I’m making arrangements not to have idle capital on hand.”
“Idle money always yells at me to put it back into [Pg 292]circulation,” said Wallingford, looking about the desk. “Where are your note blanks?”
“Er—right here,” replied Mr. Bubble, drawing the pad from a drawer. “By the way, Wallingford, of course we’ll have to arrange the little matter of securities, and perhaps I’d better see the directors about a loan of this size.”
“Oh, certainly,” agreed Wallingford. “As for security, I’ll just turn over to you my bank stock and a holding on the Etruscan property.”
For one fleeting13 instant it flashed across Mr. Bubble’s mind that he had sold this very property to Wallingford for the sum of one thousand dollars; but a small patch of stony14 ground which had been worth absolutely nothing before the finding of gold in it had been known to become worth a million in a day, as Wallingford had once observed when looking across the great swamp, and now the mine he had sold to Wallingford for a song was worth almost any sum that might be named. Hen Moozer, when consulted, was of that opinion; Jim Ranger15 was of that opinion; Bud Hegler was of that opinion; the other directors were of that opinion; every one in Blakeville was of that opinion; so Wallingford got his forty-five thousand dollars, and the [Pg 293]Bubble Bank held in return a mortgage on Wallingford’s bank stock, and on forty acres of genuine Etruscan black mud.
“By the way, Mr. Bubble,” said Wallingford, tucking the bills of exchange into his pocket, “I’m going to take a little run into New York to-day. Would you mind putting the plans for my new house into the hands of the two contractors16 here for them to figure on?”
“With pleasure. Hope you have a good trip, my boy.”
Well, it was all over, but he was not quite so well satisfied as he had been over the consummation of certain other dubious17 deals. Heretofore he had hugely enjoyed the matching of his sharp wits against duller ones, had been contemptuous of the people he out-man?uvered, had chuckled18 in huge content over his triumphs; but in this case there was an obstacle to his perfect enjoyment19, and that obstacle was Fannie Bubble. He was rather impatient about it.
He started early for the train, instructing Bob Ranger to be there to drive back the bays, and drove around by way of Jonas Bubble’s house. As he was [Pg 294]about to hitch20 his horses the door opened, and Fannie, dressed for the afternoon, but hatless, came flying out, her head bent21 and her hands back over it. She was crying, and was closely pursued by Mrs. Bubble, who brandished22 a feather duster, held by the feather end. Wallingford ran to open the gate as Fannie approached it, closing it and latching23 it in time to stop her stepmother.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“She’s a lazy, good-for-nothing, frivolous24 huzzy!” declared Mrs. Bubble in hot wrath25.
“I’ve been looking for just that kind,” asserted Wallingford. “She’ll do for me. Fannie, get into the buggy. I came down to take you for a ride to the depot26.”
“If she goes away from this house she don’t come back till she gets down on her knees and begs my forgiveness!” shrieked27 the woman.
“If she does that I’ll have her sent to a bugitorium,” declared Wallingford. “She don’t need to come back here. I’ll take care of her myself. You’ll go with me, won’t you, Fannie?”
“Anywhere,” she said brokenly.
“Then come on.”
Turning, he helped her into the buggy and they [Pg 295]drove away, followed by the invectives of Mrs. Bubble. The girl was in a tumult28 of emotion, her whole little world clattering29 down about her ears. Bit by bit her story came out. It was sordid30 enough and trivial enough, but to her it was very real. That afternoon she had planned to go to the country for ferns with a few girls, and they were to meet at the house of one of her friends at one o’clock. Her stepmother had known about it three days in advance, and had given her consent. When the time came, however, she had suddenly insisted that Fannie stop to wash the dishes, which would have made her a half-hour late. There followed protest, argument, flat order and as flat refusal—then the handle of the feather duster. It was not an unusual occurrence for her stepmother to slap her, Fannie admitted in her bitterness. Her father, pompous31 enough outside, was as wax in the hands of his termagant second wife, and, though his sympathies were secretly with the girl, he never dared protect her.
They had driven straight out the west road in the excitement, but Wallingford, remembering in time his train schedule, made the straightest détour possible to the depot. He had barely time to buy his [Pg 296]tickets when the train came in, and he hurried Fannie into the parlor32 car, her head still in a whirl and her confusion heightened by the sudden appreciation33 of the fact that she had no hat. The stop at Blakeville was but a brief one, and as the train moved away Fannie looked out of the window and saw upon the platform of the little depot, as if these people were a part of another world entirely34, the station agent, the old driver of the dilapidated ’bus, Bob Ranger and others equally a part of her past life, all looking at her in open-mouthed astonishment35. Turning, as the last familiar outpost of the town slipped by, she timidly reached out her hand and laid it in that of Wallingford.
The touch of that warm hand laid on his electrified36 Wallingford. Many women had loved him, or thought they did, and he had held them in more or less contempt for it. He had regarded them as an amusement, as toys to be picked up and discarded at will; but this, somehow, was different. A sudden and startling resolve came to him, an idea so novel that he smiled over it musingly37 for some little time before he mentioned it.
“By George!” he exclaimed by and by; “I’m going to marry you!”
“Indeed!” she exclaimed in mock surprise, and laughed happily. “The way you said it sounded so funny.”
She was perfectly38 content.
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