be built for the men who paved streets and dug ditches and laid
sidewalks and strung wires. And more stores and more hotels and more
churches and more schools and more places of amusement were needed.
And the fire fed on its own fury and spread to lengths undreamed by
those who first set the match to the dry grass.
The process of speculation was as easily defined. The first buyers
were cautious; they looked over the vacant lots carefully; weighed
their advantages and disadvantages; the prospect of the city growing
this way or that. But scarcely had they bought when they sold again at
a profit, and were seized with a quick regret that they had not bought
more, or earlier. Soon the caution of the early transactions was
forgotten in the rush for more lots which, almost immediately, could be
re-sold at a profit. Judgment and discretion became handicaps in the
race; the successful man was he who threw all such qualities to the
winds. Fortunes were made; intrinsic values were lost sight of in the
glare of great and sudden profits. Prices mounted up and up, and when
calmer counsels held that they had reached their limits all such
counsels were abashed by prices soaring higher still.
And the firm of Conward & Elden had profited not the least in these
wild years of gain-getting. Their mahogany finished first floor
quarters were the last word in office luxuriance. Conward's private
room might with credit have housed a premier or a president. Its
purpose was to be impressive, rather than to give any other service, as
Conward spent little of his time therein. On Dave fell the
responsibility of office management, and his room was fitted for
efficiency rather than luxury. It commanded a view of the long general
office where a battery of stenographers and clerks took care of the
detail of the business of Conward & Elden. And Dave had established
his ability as an office manager. His fairness, his fearlessness, his
impartiality, his courtesy, his even temper--save on rare and excusable
occasions--had won from the staff a loyalty which Conward, with all his
abilities as a good mixer, could never have commanded.
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