Joseph and His Friend: A Story of PennsylvaniaTaylor, Bayard
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Joseph and His Friend: A Story of Pennsylvania
Taylor, Bayard
Pennsylvania -- Fiction
"Entirely," Joseph replied, "except as to the conditions."
"We are dealing on the square, I take it?"
"Of course."
"Then," said Mr. Kanuck, "I need only intimate to you how important it
is that I should develop our prospects. To do this, the faith of the
principal stockholders must not be disturbed, otherwise the funds
without which the prospects cannot be developed may fail me at the
critical moment. Your hasty and unintelligent impressions, if expressed
in a reckless manner, might do much to bring about such a catastrophe. I
must therefore stipulate that you keep such impressions to yourself. Let
me speak to you as man to man, and ask you if your expressions, not
being founded on knowledge, would be honest? So far from it, you will be
bound in all fairness, in consideration of my releasing you and
restoring you what you have ventured, to adopt and disseminate the views
of an expert,—namely, mine."
"Let me put it into fewer words," said Joseph. "You will buy my stock,
repaying me what I have disbursed, if, on my return, I say nothing of
what I have seen, and express my perfect faith (adopting your views) in
the success of the Amaranth?"
"You have stated the conditions a little barely, perhaps, but not
incorrectly. I only ask for perfect fairness, as between man and man."
"One question first, Mr. Kanuck. Does Mr. Blessing know the _real_
prospects of the Amaranth?"
"No man more thoroughly, I assure you, Mr. Asten. Indeed, without Mr.
Blessing's enthusiastic concurrence in the enterprise, I doubt whether
we could have carried the work so far towards success. His own stock, I
may say to you,—since we understand each other,—was earned by his
efforts. If you know him intimately, you know also that he has no
visible means of support. But he has what is much more important to
us,—a thorough knowledge of men and their means."
He rubbed his hands, and laughed softly. They had been walking rapidly
during the conversation, and now came suddenly upon the farthest crest
of the hills, where the ridge fell away to the bottom occupied by the
Fluke wells. Both paused at this point.
"On the square, then!" said Mr. Kanuck, offering his hand. "Tell me
where you will be to-morrow morning, and our business can be settled in
five minutes. You will carry out your part of the bargain, as man to
man, when you find that I carry out mine."
"Do you take me for an infernal scoundrel?" cried Joseph, boiling over
with disgust and rage.
Mr. Kanuck stepped back a pace or two. His sallow face became livid, and
there was murder in his eyes. He put his hand into his breast, and
Joseph, facing him, involuntarily did the same. Not until long
afterwards, when other experiences had taught him the significance of
the movement, did he remember what it then meant.
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