Capitalists and financiers -- Fiction; Psychological fiction
Thereafter, in the course of time, Frank became a familiar figure in
the commission district and on ’change (the Produce Exchange), striking
balances for his employer, picking up odd lots of things they needed,
soliciting new customers, breaking gluts by disposing of odd lots in
unexpected quarters. Indeed the Watermans were astonished at his
facility in this respect. He had an uncanny faculty for getting
appreciative hearings, making friends, being introduced into new
realms. New life began to flow through the old channels of the Waterman
company. Their customers were better satisfied. George was for sending
him out into the rural districts to drum up trade, and this was
eventually done.
Near Christmas-time Henry said to George: “We’ll have to make
Cowperwood a liberal present. He hasn’t any salary. How would five
hundred dollars do?”
“That’s pretty much, seeing the way times are, but I guess he’s worth
it. He’s certainly done everything we’ve expected, and more. He’s cut
out for this business.”
“What does he say about it? Do you ever hear him say whether he’s
satisfied?”
“Oh, he likes it pretty much, I guess. You see him as much as I do.”
“Well, we’ll make it five hundred. That fellow wouldn’t make a bad
partner in this business some day. He has the real knack for it. You
see that he gets the five hundred dollars with a word from both of us.”
So the night before Christmas, as Cowperwood was looking over some
way-bills and certificates of consignment preparatory to leaving all in
order for the intervening holiday, George Waterman came to his desk.
“Hard at it,” he said, standing under the flaring gaslight and looking
at his brisk employee with great satisfaction.
It was early evening, and the snow was making a speckled pattern
through the windows in front.
“Just a few points before I wind up,” smiled Cowperwood.
“My brother and I have been especially pleased with the way you have
handled the work here during the past six months. We wanted to make
some acknowledgment, and we thought about five hundred dollars would be
right. Beginning January first we’ll give you a regular salary of
thirty dollars a week.”
“I’m certainly much obliged to you,” said Frank. “I didn’t expect that
much. It’s a good deal. I’ve learned considerable here that I’m glad to
know.”
“Oh, don’t mention it. We know you’ve earned it. You can stay with us
as long as you like. We’re glad to have you with us.”
Cowperwood smiled his hearty, genial smile. He was feeling very
comfortable under this evidence of approval. He looked bright and
cheery in his well-made clothes of English tweed.
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