Domestic fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Nebraska -- Fiction; Psychological fiction
The Captain put down the cigar he had taken but not lighted, rose with
an effort, and walked over to the bay window, where he stood gazing out
over his meadows. "The place looks very nice, Maidy," he said presently.
"I see you've watered the roses. They need it, this weather. Now, if
you'll excuse me, I'll lie down for a while. I did not sleep well on the
train. Niel and the Judge will stay for lunch." He opened the door into
Mrs. Forrester's room and closed it behind him.
Judge Pommeroy began to explain to Mrs. Forrester the situation they had
faced in Denver. The bank, about which Mrs. Forrester knew nothing but
its name, was one which paid good interest on small deposits. The
depositors were wage-earners; railroad employes, mechanics, and day
labourers, many of whom had at some time worked for Captain Forrester.
His was the only well known name among the bank officers, it was the
name which promised security and fair treatment to his old workmen and
their friends. The other directors were promising young business men
with many irons in the fire. But, the Judge said with evident chagrin,
they had refused to come up to the scratch and pay their losses like
gentlemen. They claimed that the bank was insolvent, not through unwise
investments or mismanagement, but because of a nation-wide financial
panic, a shrinking in values that no one could have foreseen. They
argued that the fair thing was to share the loss with the depositors; to
pay them fifty cents on the dollar, giving long-time notes for
twenty-five per cent, settling on a basis of seventy-five per cent.
Captain Forrester had stood firm that not one of the depositors should
lose a dollar. The promising young business men had listened to him
respectfully, but finally told him they would settle only on their own
terms; any additional refunding must be his affair. He sent to the vault
for his private steel box, opened it in their presence, and sorted the
contents on the table. The government bonds he turned in at once. Judge
Pommeroy was sent out to sell the mining stocks and other securities in
the open market.
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