The Twenty-Fourth of June: Midsummer's DayRichmond, Grace S. (Grace Smith)
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The Twenty-Fourth of June: Midsummer's Day
Richmond, Grace S. (Grace Smith)
Children of the rich -- Fiction; Love stories; Young women -- Fiction
If the citizens of the thriving town of Eastman, almost of a size to
call itself a young city and boast of a mayor, could have heard him they
might not have been flattered. Yet when they remembered that this was
the owner of a business so colossal that its immense buildings and
branches were to be found in three great cities, they might have
understood that to him the corner store of Hugh Benson looked like a toy
concern, indeed. But he liked the look of it, as it had been presented
to his mind's eye that night; no doubt but he liked the look of it!
"Give him Carson to go up there and manage the business for those two
infants-in-arms? Gad! yes, go myself and make change at the desk for the
new firm," he chuckled, "if that would keep Dick interested. But I guess
he's interested enough or he wouldn't have agreed to my ruling that he
must go into the thing himself, not stand off and throw out a rope to
his drowning friend Benson. If young Benson's the man Dick makes him
out, it's as I told Dick: he wouldn't grasp the rope. But if Dick goes
in after him, that's business. Bless the rascal! I wish his father could
see him now. Sitting on the edge of my table and talking window-dressing
to me as if he'd been born to it, which he was, only he wouldn't accept
his birthright, the proud beggar! Talking about moving one of our
show-windows up there bodily for a white-goods sale in February; date a
trifle late for Kendrick & Company, but advance trade for Eastman,
undoubtedly. Says he knows they can start every mother's daughter of 'em
sewing for dear life, if they can get their eye on that sewing-room
scene. Well"--he paused to chuckle again--"he says Carson says that
window cost us five hundred dollars; but if it did it's cheap at the
price, and I'll make the new firm a present of it. Benson & Company--and
a grandson of Matthew Kendrick the Company!"
He laughed heartily, then paused to stand staring down into the jewelled
shade of his electric drop-light as if in its softly blending colourings
he saw the outlines of a new future for "the boy."
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