Love stories; Lumber trade -- Fiction; Maine -- Fiction
He leaned forward, and his very beard bristled at the young man. "Forget
your mother, forget your grandmother, forget that there is anything to
you except grit and muscle. For if ever two men had a man's work cut out
for 'em we're the ones. If ever two men found themselves on the outside
of a ripe cheese and needed teeth to gnaw in, we're the men. Money! I
can't see anything but dollar bills hangin' from those spruce-trees. But
you've got to put on brad-boots and climb to get them. You've got to
walk over men to get 'em!" He was striding about the little room. "I
reckon I seem a little excited," he added, with a catch in his voice.
"But by the priest that hammered the tail for the golden calf, I've got
reasons to be excited. I've smelt it comin' for two years, son! I 'ain't
said anything. I didn't say anything to you when I took you into
partnership; I didn't dare to. But I smelt it all the time. I 'ain't
watched the comin's and goin's of certain men at Castonia for nothin'!
Let 'em bring guns and fishin'-poles! They can't fool me. I smelt it
comin'. And now, by ----, it's come!" Again he banged his fist on the
table and glared down on his partner.
The partner stared back at him with so much dismay and reproachful
inquiry that Ide blew off his superfluous excitement in one vigorous
"Poof!" and sat down.
"The sum and substance of it is, those old Hullin' Machine falls ain't
goin' to bellow away all them thousands of hoss-power in empty noise any
longer. But they've made a noise big enough to reach the crowd that's
organized to fight the paper trust. See now?"
Wade's eyes gleamed in swift comprehension.
"The independents are goin' to develop that power. They're goin' to
build the biggest paper-mill in the world there. They're goin' to extend
the railroad up to Castonia. They're goin' to do it all on an old
charter that every one had forgotten except the lobby clique that put it
through and has been holdin' it for speculation. And why I know it all
and no one else knows it on the outside yet, my boy, is because they've
had to come to _me_! They've _had_ to come to _me_!"
And he promptly answered the eager though mute inquiry in the young
man's eyes.
"Every dollar that I could save, rake, and borrow for years I've been
putting into shore rights and timber. What timber country I couldn't buy
I've leased stumpage on. I've smelt it all comin'. And now they've had
to come to me, Wade. They've bonded the shore rights for a purchase, and
it's all settled."
"With all my heart I'm glad for you, Mr. Ide!" cried the young man, with
a sincerity that put a quiver into his voice. And both hands seized the
hands of the magnate of Castonia in a grip that brought gratified tears
to the other's eyes.
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