“You listen to me,” the old man said;—“that is, unless you got the habit of talkin’ so much you _can’t_ listen! You been tellin’ the men that run this town quite a few things about our own business lately; it’s time somebody told you something about your own. You’re a good deal like your grandfather Savage used to be before your grandmother sat on him and never let him up. He was always wantin’ to put his money into any fool thing and lose it, until she did that, and I hear she tried to stop _you_, but you didn’t have the gumption to see she’s right. Now, look here: I’ve been here since there was a population of seven hundred people chillin’ every other day, eatin’ quinine by the handful, and draggin’ one foot after the other out of two-foot mud if they had to get off a horse and walk anywhere. Last census we had a hundred and eighty thousand. I’ve seen it all! D’you expect you can tell _me_ anything about this town?” “No, sir; not about the history of it or anything that’s past. But about the future——” “You listen!” Shelby commanded irascibly. “You come around here blowin’ out your chest and tellin’ us old settlers that this town has grown some——” “No, sir; I know you know all about that a thousand times better’n I do. I only use it to prove the town’s goin’ to keep _on_ growin’. Why, Mr. Shelby, ten years from now——” “Great Gee-mun-nently!” the old man shouted. “Can’t you listen at _all?_ Of _course_ it’s goin’ to keep on growin’, but not the way you think it is. It’s already reached its land size, or mighty near it, because there’s plenty vacant lots inside the city limits—hunderds and hunderds of ’em—and people want to live near their business; they don’t want to go way out in the country where there ain’t any sewers nor any gas nor city water.” “But they’ll _get_ all that, Mr. Shelby. They will as soon as there’s enough of ’em to make it pay the water company and the gas company to run their pipes out; and there’d _be_ enough of ’em, if you’d lay even a single track out to——” “Out to Ranse Ornaby’s frog pond!” the old man interrupted angrily. “You think if I’d throw away a hundred thousand dollars like so much dirt, that’d bring the millennium to the old hog-wallow, do you, young man? Look out that window behind you. What’s the biggest thing you see?” “The First National Bank Building.” “Yes, sir. Eleven stories high, and the Sheridan Trust Company’s got plans to put up a block higher’n that. People’ll build up in the air, not only for business, but to live in flats, but they won’t go ’way out to a hog-wallow in the country when there ain’t a reason on earth for ’em to. You seem to think people ride on street-cars for pleasure! Well, I’ve had some experience in the business, and I can tell you they don’t, except in mighty hot weather; they ride on street-cars to get somewhere they want to _go_; and goodness knows nobody wants to go to Ranse Ornaby’s farm.” “But, Mr. Shelby, if you’d listen just a minute——”