I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
It consisted of Commodore Trysail, Mr. Rutherford, James Montjoy and the
sailor. The carriage stopped at the Widow Brown's, and some time was
spent in a very particular conversation with the Widow and her son, and
then off again to the north at the same rapid rate.
'Hold up a little, Joe, before you reach the tavern; and you may stop at
Cross's, and let them blow awhile. It will not be best for us to appear
to be in haste.' This latter sentence was intended by the Commodore for
the company seated with him.
As the carriage drove up to the long low tavern, the Commodore and James
Montjoy alighted; and as they stepped upon the piazza, Mr. Cross met
them with a polite bow, and welcomed them to his premises.
Mr. Cross had, for a long time, been anxious to get into the good graces
of both of them; for when he found that he could not destroy the young
firm, he was desirous of their good-will, that he might the better make
sales through them of his wood and timber; and the Commodore being so
distinguished a personage, that a nod from him in any public place would
be no small consideration for a man of Mr. Cross's standing.
Chairs and benches were immediately presented for their acceptance, but
as politely declined.
'Mr. Montjoy and I have a little matter of business to talk with you
about this morning, Mr. Cross, and would wish to see you in private.'
'By all means, gentlemen,' and the little fat man led them into a small
back room, and carrying chairs with him, even against the protest of his
visitors, placed them with much care, as to position and then closed the
door.
'Since you have taken the trouble, Mr. Cross, to bring us seats, I
suppose we may as well use them,' said the Commodore, taking up his
chair, and placing it as if by accident near the door. Cross saw the
movement, and from the sudden flush that deepened the purple hue of his
face, appeared to feel that, at least, it was a singular one. He however
took the stool which he had brought for himself, and placing it at a
respectful distance, sat down in a composed manner, tilting it back so
as to balance himself on two of its legs, and resting his hands one on
each of his knees, as they were spread out, the better to maintain his
position.
'Mr. Cross,' said the Commodore, 'when we have business on hand, the
fewer words by way of introduction the better. I have a serious charge
to make against you this morning, and therefore it is that I have chosen
to see you alone.'
Cross immediately dropped his stool on its four legs, and straightening
up to make the most of himself: 'If we are to be alone, sir, why have
you brought company with you?' looking significantly at young Montjoy.
'To set your mind at rest on that head, Mr. Cross, I will tell you that
Mr. Montjoy has, at my request, been deputized by the Sheriff, and acts
at present as an officer.'
Cross did not turn pale, for that could not well be, but his countenance
assumed a livid hue, and he immediately rose to his feet.
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