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“On the contrary,” said I. “I want to give something. I want to give you my
coal mines.”
“I thought you'd see that our offer was fair,” said he. “And I'm glad you
have changed your mind about quarreling with your best friends. We can be
useful to you, you to us. A break would be silly.”
“That's the way it looks to me,” I assented. And I decided that my sharp
talk to Roebuck had set them to estimating my value to them.
“Sam Ellersly,” Langdon presently remarked, “tells me he's campaigning hard
for you at the Travelers. I hope you'll make it. We're rather a slow crowd;
a few men like you might stir things up.”
I am always more than willing to give others credit for good sense and good
motives. It was not vanity, but this disposition to credit others with
sincerity and sense, that led me to believe him, both as to the Coal matter
and as to the Travelers Club. “Thanks, Langdon,” I said; and that he might
look no further for my motive, I added: “I want to get into that club much
as the winner of a race wants the medal that belongs to him. I've built
myself up into a rich man, into one of the powers in finance, and I feel
I'm entitled to recognition.”
“I don't quite follow you,” he said. “I can't see that you'll be either
better or worse for getting into the Travelers.”
“No more I shall,” replied I. “No more is the winner of the race the better
or the worse for having the medal. But he wants it.”
He had a queer expression. I suppose he regarded it as a joke, my attaching
apparently so much importance to a thing he cared nothing about. “You've
always had that sort of thing,” said I, “and so you don't appreciate it.
You're like a respectable woman. She can't imagine what all the fuss over
women keeping a good reputation is about. Well, just let her lose it!”
“Perhaps,” said he.
“And,” I went on, “you can have the rule about the waiting list suspended,
and can move me up and get me in at once.”
“We don't do things in quite such a hurry at the Travelers,” said he,
laughing. “However, we'll try to comply with your commands.”
His generous, cordial offer made me half ashamed of the plot I had
underneath my submission about the coal mines--a plot to get into the coal
combine in order to gather the means to destroy it, and perhaps reconstruct
it with myself in control. I made up my mind that, if he continued to act
squarely, I would alter those plans.
“If you don't mind,” Langdon was going on, “I'll make a suggestion--merely
a suggestion. It might not be a bad idea for you to arrange to--to
eliminate some of the--the popular features from your--brokerage business.
There are several influential members of the Travelers who have a--a
prejudice--”
“I understand,” I interposed, to spare him the necessity of saying things
he thought I might regard as impertinent. “They look on me as a keeper of a
high-class bucket-shop.” “That's about the way they'd put it.”
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