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
“Well, the figures didn't scarce him a bit, for he finally came right
out and asked me if it was my opinion that in case his company made the
loan, you would agree to give him the refusal of the land at one hundred
thousand. I told him I didn't know, that I thought it possible, but
that just then I had no interest in the matter beyond borrowing a little
money on it. He asked me how long I was going to stay in Atlanta. I told
him I was going to a bank and take the night train back. 'The banks will
stick you for a high rate of interest,' he said, jealously. 'They don't
do business for fun, while, really, our concern happens just now to have
some idle capital on hand. Do you think you could beat five per cent.?
I admitted that it was low enough, but I got up as if I was suddenly
reminded that the banks close early in the afternoon. 'I think we can
make the loan,' he said, 'but I must first see two or three of the
directors. Can't you give me two hours?' I finally gave in and promised
to meet him at the Kimball House at four. I went to a matinée, saw it
half over, and went in at the ladies' entrance of the hotel. I saw him
looking about for me and dodged him.”
“Dodged him?” echoed Alan. “Why--”
Miller laughed. “You don't suppose I'd let a big fish like that see me
flirting my hook and pole about in open sunlight, do you? I saw by his
manner that he was anxious to meet me, and that was enough; besides, you
can't close a deal like that in a minute, and there are many slips. I
went back to the club and threw myself on a lounge and began to smoke
and read an afternoon paper. Presently he came in a cab. I heard him
asking for me in the hall and buried my head in the paper. He came in
on me and I rose and looked stupid. I can do it when I try--if it _is_
something God has failed at--and I began to apologize.
“He didn't seem to care. 'If it had been a deal of your own,' he said
with a laugh, 'you'd have been more prompt,' and I managed to look
guilty. Then he sat down.
“'Our directors are interested,' he said, confidentially. 'The truth is
there is not another concern in America that can handle that property as
cheaply as we can. We happen to have a railroad about that length up
in East Tennessee that has played out, and you see we could move it to
where it would do some good.'
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