Colonel Carter's Christmas and The Romance of an Old-Fashioned GentlemanSmith, Francis Hopkinson
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Colonel Carter's Christmas and The Romance of an Old-Fashioned Gentleman
Smith, Francis Hopkinson
Christmas stories; Virginia -- Fiction
"I mean just what I say." Philip's voice was without a tremor, low,
forceful and decisive. "The floating of these bonds on the present
condition of the mines would have been a fraud. I didn't see it in
that way at first, but I do see it now. It is done every day in the
Street, I grant you, but it will never be done again with my consent
so long as I am a member of this firm!"
Eggleston's lip curled. "You seem to have grown singularly honest
overnight, Mr. Colton," he sneered. "According to your ideas Bates,
Rankin & Co. were frauds when they floated the Imperial, and so were
Porter & King when they sold out the Morningside for two millions of
dollars."
"None of them are paying, sir, and it was dishonorable to float the
bonds." He was still on his feet, facing his prospective
father-in-law, holding him at bay really.
"What's that got to do with it?" snarled Eggleston. "They will pay
sometime. As to your honor: That's the cheap sentiment you Southern
men are always shouting. Your kind of honor won't hold water here! It
was your honor when you tried to hold on to your niggers; and it's
your honor when you murder each other in duels, and----"
"Stop, Mr. Eggleston!" said Philip, his face white as chalk, every
muscle in his body taut--"this has gone far enough. No position that
you hold towards me gives you the right to speak as you have. I have
done what was right. I could not have looked either you or Madeleine
in the face if I had done differently."
Here the door was swung back, cutting short Eggleston's reply, and a
note was passed in, the clerk making a hurried inspection of the faces
of his employers, as if to learn the cause of the disturbance.
Eggleston read it and handed it to his son, who so far had not opened
his mouth. He could reach the game in time, anyhow.
"Just as I expected!" hissed Eggleston between his teeth: "'Must
decline the loan,' he says. 'Thank Mr. Colton for his frankness.
Stockton, President.' Thanks Mr. Colton, does he! If you want my
opinion I'll tell you that by your confounded backing and filling
you've thrown over the best operation we've had since this firm was
formed. Find the money somewhere else, Mr. Colton, that I've put in,
and I'll draw out. This morning's work convinces me that no sensible
man's interests are safe in your hands."
"That will be difficult, sir, when the condition of our firm is known,
as it must be. Furthermore, it would be impossible for me to ask it.
Since I've been here I've done my best to look after your interests.
Some of our ventures, I regret to say, have been unsuccessful. Instead
of releasing your capital I shall need some fifty thousand dollars
more to carry us through. The situation is upon us and I might as well
discuss it with you now."
"We don't owe a dollar we can't pay," blurted out Eggleston, picking
up his hat and cane.
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