Love stories; Success -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Youth -- Fiction
Porter had been casually asked by his Boston friend whether there was
any local market for the stock or bonds; and he had answered that there
was not; that the holders of shares in Clarkson kept what they had
because they could no longer sell to one another and that they were only
waiting for the larger outside bondholders and shareholders to assert
themselves. Porter had ridden down to Boston with his brother banker and
when they parted it was with an understanding that the Bostonian was to
collect for Porter the Clarkson Traction securities that were held by
New England banks, a considerable amount, as Porter knew; and he went
home with a well-formed plan of buying the control of the company. Times
were improving and he had faith in Clarkson's future; he did not believe
in it so noisily as Timothy Margrave did; but he knew the resources of
the tributary country, and he had, what all successful business men must
have, an alert imagination.
It was not necessary for Porter to disclose the fact of his purchases to
the officers of the Traction Company, whom he knew to be corrupt and
vicious; the transfer of ownership on the company's books made no
difference, as the original stock books had been destroyed,--a fact
which had become public property through a legal effort to levy on the
holdings of a shareholder in the interest of a creditor. Moreover, if he
could help it, Porter never told any one about anything he did. He even
had several dummies in whose names he frequently held securities and
real estate. One of these was Peckham, a clerk in the office of Fenton,
Porter's lawyer.
Wheaton had not long been an officer of the bank before he began to be
aware that there was considerable mystery about Porter's outside
transactions. Porter occasionally perused with much interest several
small memorandum books which he kept carefully locked in his desk. The
president often wrote letters with his own hand and copied them himself
after bank hours, in a private letter-book. Wheaton was naturally
curious as to what these outside interests might be. It had piqued him
to find that while he was cashier of the bank he was not consulted in
its larger transactions; and that of Porter's personal affairs he knew
nothing.
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