Abner Daniel: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Abner Daniel: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Georgia -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Fiction
if there are any here to-day, don't let the thought of Wilson's possible
profit rob you of this golden opportunity. I live at Darley, but, as
many of you know, this is my father's native county, and I want to see
it bloom in progress and blossom like the rose of prosperity. I want to
see the vast mineral wealth buried in these mountains dug out for the
benefit of mankind wherever God's sunlight falls.”
Miller sat down amid much applause, a faint part of which came even from
the ranks of Bartell's faction. After this a pause ensued in which no
one seemed willing to speak. Colonel Barclay rose and came to Miller.
“That was a good talk,” he whispered. “You understand how to touch 'em
up. You set them to laughin'; that's the thing. I wonder if it would do
any good for me to try my hand.”
“Do they know you have any timber-land over here?” asked Miller.
“Oh yes, I guess they do,” replied the Colonel.
“Then I don't believe I'd chip in,” advised Miller. “Bartell would throw
it up to you.”
“I reckon you are right,” said Barclay, “but for the Lord's sake do
something. It never will do to let this thing fall through.”
“I've done all I can,” said Miller, dejectedly. “Bartell's got the
whole gang hoodooed--the blasted blockhead! Wouldn't he make a fine
representative in the legislature?”
The Colonel went back to his seat, and Wilson came to Miller, just as
Alan approached.
“It's going to fall flatter than a pancake,” said Wilson. “My company
simply cannot afford to buy the right of way. Can' t you choke that
illiterate fellow over there or--or buy him off?”
“He ain't that sort,” said Miller, disconsolately.
Alan glanced at his father and mother. On their wrinkled faces lay ample
evidences of dejection. The old man seemed scarcely to breathe. Up to
Bartell's speech he had seemed buoyantly hopeful, but his horizon had
changed; he looked as if he were wondering why he had treated himself to
such a bright view of a thing which had no foundation at all.
At this juncture Abner Daniel rose from his seat near the stove and
slowly walked forward till he stood facing the audience. Immediately
quiet reigned, for he was a man who was invariably listened to.
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