Chicago (Ill.) -- Fiction; Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Psychological fiction; Wheat trade -- Fiction
"Now you are for sure crazy."
Jadwin jumped to his feet.
"Crazy!" he vociferated. "Crazy! What do you mean? Crazy! For God's
sake, Sam, what--Look here, don't use that word to me. I--it don't
suit. What I've done isn't exactly the work of--of--takes brains, let
me tell you. And look here, look here, I say, I'm going to swing this
deal right over into July. Think I'm going to let go now, when I've
just begun to get a real grip on things? A pretty fool I'd look like to
get out now--even if I could. Get out? How are we going to unload our
big line of wheat without breaking the price on us? No, sir, not much.
This market is going up to two dollars." He smote a knee with his
clinched fist, his face going abruptly crimson. "I say two dollars," he
cried. "Two dollars, do you hear? It will go there, you'll see, you'll
see."
"Reports on the new crop will begin to come in in June." Gretry's
warning was almost a cry. "The price of wheat is so high now, that God
knows how many farmers will plant it this spring. You may have to take
care of a record harvest."
"I know better," retorted Jadwin. "I'm watching this thing. You can't
tell me anything about it. I've got it all figured out, your 'new
crop.'"
"Well, then you're the Lord Almighty himself."
"I don't like that kind of joke. I don't like that kind of joke. It's
blasphemous," exclaimed Jadwin. "Go, get it off on Crookes. He'd
appreciate it, but I don't. But this new crop now--look here."
And for upwards of two hours Jadwin argued and figured, and showed to
Gretry endless tables of statistics to prove that he was right.
But at the end Gretry shook his head. Calmly and deliberately he spoke
his mind.
"J., listen to me. You've done a big thing. I know it, and I know, too,
that there've been lots of times in the last year or so when I've been
wrong and you've been right. But now, J., so help me God, we've reached
our limit. Wheat is worth a dollar and a half to-day, and not one cent
more. Every eighth over that figure is inflation. If you run it up to
two dollars--"
"It will go there of itself, I tell you."
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