Love stories; Success -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Youth -- Fiction
"It ain't pretty," said Porter critically, "but if you don't like it you
can move when you get ready. The bank is your landlord, and we don't
charge you much for it. You've doubtless got your inventory of stuff
with you, and here in the safe you'll find the accounts of these
companies, copies of public records relating to them, and so on." As
Porter talked he stood in the middle of the room with his hands in his
pockets, and puffed at a cigar, throwing his head back in an effort to
escape the smoke. He stood with one foot on a chair and pushed his hat
away from his forehead as he continued reflectively: "You're going up
against a pretty tough proposition, young man. You'll hear a hard luck
story wherever you go out here just now; people who owe your friends
money will be mighty sorry they can't pay. Many of the ranch lands your
people own will be worth something after a while. That Colorado
irrigation scheme ought to pan out in time, and I believe it will; but
you've got to nurse all these things. Make your principals let you
alone. Those fellows get in a hurry at the wrong time,--that's my
experience with Eastern investors. Tell them to go to Europe,--get rid
of them for a while, and make them give you a chance to work out their
money for them. They're not the only pebbles." A slight smile seemed to
creep over a small area about the banker's lips, but his cigar only
partly revealed it. His eyes rarely betrayed him, and the monotonous
drawl of his voice was without humorous intention.
"I'll send the combination of the safe up by the boy," he said, moving
toward the door, "and you can get a bird's-eye view of the situation
before lunch. Mr. Wheaton, our cashier, is away to-day, but he's
familiar with these matters and will be glad to help you when he gets
home. He'll be back to-night. When you get stuck call on us. And drop
down about twelve thirty and go up to the club for lunch. Take it easy;
you can't do it all in one day," he added.
"I hope I shan't be a nuisance to you," said the younger man. "I'm
going to fight it out on the best lines I know how,--if it takes several
summers."
"Well, it'll take them all right," said Porter, sententiously.
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