Love stories; Unmarried mothers -- Fiction; Women household employees -- Fiction
Ross went on, somewhat boastfully, to explain just how real estate
profits were made. It was useless for any outsider to rush into the
game, and imagine that he could do in a few weeks or years what trained
real estate speculators like himself had been working on for a quarter
of a century. There was something in prestige, something in taste,
something in psychic apprehension. Supposing that they went into the
deal, he, Ross, would be the presiding genius. He had a trained staff,
he controlled giant contractors, he had friends in the tax office, in
the water office, and in the various other city departments which made
or marred city improvements. If Lester would come in with him he would
make him some money—how much he would not say exactly—fifty thousand
dollars at the lowest—one hundred and fifty to two hundred thousand in
all likelihood. Would Lester let him go into details, and explain just
how the scheme could be worked out? After a few days of quiet
cogitation, Lester decided to accede to Mr. Ross’s request; he would
look into this thing.
CHAPTER XLIX
The peculiarity of this particular proposition was that it had the
basic elements of success. Mr. Ross had the experience and the judgment
which were quite capable of making a success of almost anything he
undertook. He was in a field which was entirely familiar. He could
convince almost any able man if he could get his ear sufficiently long
to lay his facts before him.
Lester was not convinced at first, although, generally speaking, he was
interested in real estate propositions. He liked land. He considered it
a sound investment providing you did not get too much of it. He had
never invested in any, or scarcely any, solely because he had not been
in a realm where real estate propositions were talked of. As it was he
was landless and, in a way, jobless.
He rather liked Mr. Ross and his way of doing business. It was easy to
verify his statements, and he did verify them in several particulars.
There were his signs out on the prairie stretches, and here were his
ads in the daily papers. It seemed not a bad way at all in his idleness
to start and make some money.
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