Frontier and pioneer life -- Ontario -- Fiction; Ontario -- History -- Fiction
Again Clark paused, playing with all his power on those who had already
grasped something of his vision. Ore had never been found in that part
of the country, though innumerable prospectors had toiled through the
hills in search of it, but now it seemed that the folk of St. Marys had
cast aside their difference and unbelief, and were becoming
incorporated in the speaker's high assurance. A little murmur of
enthusiasm arose, to be hushed instantly.
"I only want your cooeperation. I do not ask that you put in one
dollar. There is ample money for the purpose, and I tell you frankly
there is no room for yours. It is not my intention to bring in for the
purposes of the work anything the town itself can supply, and the more
you can organize to supply amongst yourselves, the better pleased I and
my associates will be. All I hope is that you participate
intelligently and profitably in that which will shortly take place.
And first of all it will be my duty and pleasure to supply the town
with water and light on terms to be arranged with your council. This
will be the smallest and to me the least profitable of our
undertakings, but I regard it as an obligation to the town. Ladies and
gentlemen, a new era is dawning for St. Marys. Have I your support?"
Had he their support? There followed a moment of half dazed silence
during which Filmer's blood flushed up to his temples, and Clark
finished his glass of water and sat down with a swift glance of his
gray eyes that seemed to take in the entire assembly. As though
galvanized by an electric shock, the folk of St. Marys rose to their
feet and began to cheer. The ladies' handkerchiefs were in the air,
with a babel of voices both small and deep. Mrs. Dibbott, her eyes
dancing, caught those of Mrs. Worden and nodded vigorously, her cheeks
flushed, for to men and women alike the invigorating, magnetic appeal
had gone home. Then above the clamor Manson's deep bass became
gradually audible.
He was leaning forward, gazing straight out at the two on the platform
and booming his utter unbelief in all he had heard. Clark, it struck
him, did not know what he was talking about, and who was Clark anyway?
Had a single man in the room ever heard of Clark before that afternoon?
The town had made one blunder, and it would be wise to keep out of
another.
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