"Drop dead," replied the other promptly. "Every cent I could lay my hands on is invested in property for which I"m refusing all sorts of fancy prices, and I"m not going to sell any of it until your first car whizzes through Main Street. Lucky you got back to-night. You"d regret it if you didn"t hear my speech at the fountain dedication to-morrow."
"Is it up?" inquired Wallingford perfunctorily.
"Up and ready to spout; and so is father."
He said this because his father was approaching them, and all three of them laughed courteously at the sally. When Wallingford, cleansed and dressed, came downstairs again, he was more jovially cordial than usual, even for him, and made his guests, as he always did, feel how incomplete the evening would have been without his presence; but after they had all gone he withdrew into the library, where, after she had seen to the setting of her house to rights, his wife joined him. He had taken a bottle of wine in with him, but it stood upon the table unopened, while he sat close by it, holding an unlighted cigar and gazing thoughtfully out of the window. She hesitated in the doorway and he looked up slowly.
"Come in, f.a.n.n.y," he invited her soberly. "Sit down!" and opening the wine he poured out a gla.s.s for her.
She sipped at it and set it back upon the table.
"What"s the matter, Jim?" she asked solicitously. "Don"t you feel well?
Aren"t things going right?"
"Never felt better in my life," he declared, "and things never panned out half so good. I guess I"m tired. I never pulled off anything near so big a game, but my end of the boom is over. To-day I sold the last piece of property I own, except this. Of course, I"ve been too wise to sell any of the ground that was given to me for shops and depots and terminal stations. I"d lay myself open to the law if I did that; and the law and I are real chummy. I"m particular about the law. But I am rid of everything else, and, in the five months we have been here, I have cleaned up over two hundred thousand dollars."
"The most money we ever did have!" she exclaimed. "Is that in addition to what we had when we came here?"
"All velvet," he a.s.sured her. "We have considerably over three hundred thousand now, all told; a full third of a million!"
"I knew you could do it if you only set yourself to it," she declared.
"And all of that fortune, for it is a fortune, Jim, was made in a clean, honorable way."
He looked up at her, puzzled. Could it be possible that she did not understand?
"_Is_ a dollar honest?" he responded dryly, and he talked no more of business that night.
The next morning ushered in a great day for Battlesburg. Early in the dawn two carpenters appeared in Courthouse Square and began putting up a platform; but, early as they were, boys were already on the ground, trying to peer beneath the mysterious swathings of the "veiled"
fountain. Dan Hopkins set up his ice cream and candy stand, and hoa.r.s.e Jim Moller appeared with his red and blue and green toy balloons. About nine o"clock the farm wagons came lumbering into town with the old folks. About ten, smart "rigs" drawn by real "high steppers" came speeding in ahead of whirling clouds of dust, and these rigs carried the young folks. By noon there were horses tied to every hitching-post, and genuine throngs shuffled aimlessly up one side of Main Street and down the other. There was the sound of shrieking whistles and of hoa.r.s.e tin horns; there was the usual fight in front of Len Bradley"s blacksmith shop. At one o"clock strange noises were wafted out upon the street from Odd Fellows" Hall. The Battlesburg bra.s.s band was practicing. At one-thirty Courthouse Square was jammed from fence to fence, and the street was black with people, the narrow lane between being constantly broken by perspiring mothers darting frantically after Willie and Susie and Baby Johnnie.
Za-a-a-am! At last here came the band, two and two, down the street, to the inspiriting strains of "Marching Through Georgia," with Will Derks at the head in a shako two feet high and performing the most marvelous gyrations with a shining bra.s.s baton. Throw it whirling right over a telephone wire, for instance, and never miss a stroke! Right through the crowd went the band, and in about ten minutes it came back to the lively step of "The Girl I Left Behind Me." Following the music came carriages, trailed off by Ben Kirby"s gayly decorated grocery wagon; and in the first carriage of all were the Honorable G. W. Battles, the Honorable Timothy Battles, Judge Lampton, and last, but not least, that master of golden plenty, Colonel J. Rufus Wallingford! Ah, there rode the progress and prosperity, the greatness and power, the initiative and referendum not only of Battlesburg, but of a dozen once poor, now rich, villages between Lewisville and Elliston! Amid mingled music and huzzas the n.o.ble a.s.semblage took their places upon the platform, the gentlemen in the front row, the ladies in the rear; and, at one side, was a table and a chair for that thoroughly alive representative of the press, Clint Richards.
The band stopped abruptly. The Honorable G. W. Battles had held up his hand for silence. He had the honor to introduce the speaker of the day, Mayor Timothy Battles, but before doing so he would take up a trifle of their time, only a few brief moments, to congratulate his beloved fellow citizens upon the brave and patriotic struggle they had made to bring Battlesburg to such a thriving condition that it could attract Eastern capital; and in vivid, glowing, burning words he depicted the glorious future that awaited Battlesburg when she should become the new Queen of the Prairies, the new Metropolis of the Middle West, the new Arbiter of Commerce and Wealth! n.o.body escaped the Honorable G. W. Battles. From the farmer"s hired hand who tilled the soil to the millionaire whose enterprise had made so much possible to them, he gave to every man his just and due meed of praise, and there was not one within hearing of his voice who did not ache at that very moment to vote for the Honorable G.
W. Battles, for something, for anything! For full forty-five minutes he introduced the speaker of the day, sitting down at last amid deafening cheers that were so aptly described in that evening"s issue of the Battlesburg _Blade_ as "salvos of applause."
The Honorable Timothy Battles, mayor of Battlesburg, had also but very little to say. He also would not take up much of their time. It was merely his privilege to introduce a gentleman whom they all knew well, one who had come among them modestly and un.o.btrusively, asking nothing for himself, but bringing to them precious Opportunity, of the golden fruits of which they had already been given more than a taste; a gentleman of masterful ability, of infinite resources, of magnificent plans, of vast accomplishment; in short, a gentleman who had made famous, across five counties and to thousands of grateful people, his own name as a synonym for all that was progressive, for all that was vigorous, for all that was enn.o.bling--the name of Colonel J. Rufus Wallingford!
"_Wallingford!_" That was the magic word for which they had waited.
Through all of the Honorable G. W. Battles" speech of introduction the name itself had not been used, although the address had bristled with allusions to the gentleman who bore it. In the same manner the Honorable Timothy Battles, trained in the same effective school of oratory, had held back the actual name until this dramatic moment, when, with hand upraised, he shouted it down upon them and waited, smiling, for that tumultuous shout of enthusiasm which he knew to be inevitable.
"WALLINGFORD!" Courthouse Square fairly rang with the syllables.
Patiently the Honorable Timothy Battles awaited the subsidence of the storm he had so painstakingly created, smiling upon his beloved people with ineffable approval. Not yet was the Honorable Timothy Battles through, however. He had a few words to say about the political party which he had the honor to represent in his humble capacity, and how it had laid the ground work of the prosperity upon which their friend and benefactor, Mr. J. Rufus Wallingford, had reared such a magnificent super-structure; and amid the deadly silence of enforced respect he made them a rousing political speech for a solid half hour, after which he really did introduce that splendid benefactor, Colonel J. Rufus Wallingford!
The Colonel, all that a distinguished capitalist should be in externals, arose hugely in his frock coat of black broadcloth and looked at his watch. He was not an orator, he said; he was a mere business man, and as he had listened to the earnest remarks of his very dear friends, the Honorable G. W. Battles and the Honorable Timothy Battles, he felt very humble indeed. He had done but little that he should deserve all the glowing encomiums that had been p.r.o.nounced upon him. The energetic citizens who stood before him were themselves responsible for the new era of prosperity, and what trifle he had been able to add to it they were quite welcome to have. He only wished that it were more and of greater value. He would remember them, and how they had all worked hand in hand together, throughout life, and in the meantime he thanked them, and he thanked them again for their cordial treatment ever since that first and most happy moment that he had come among them. Thanking them yet once more, he mopped his brow and sat down.
Again the Honorable G. W. Battles was upon his feet. He had now, beloved citizens, to call their attention to the beautiful and generous gift that had been made them by their esteemed fellow townsman, Colonel J.
Rufus Wallingford (great applause) and the honor, moreover, to introduce to them the charming wife of that esteemed fellow townsman, to whose fair hand should be committed the cord that was to reveal to Battlesburg its first official glimpse of this splendid gift. The cord was placed in her hand; the Battlesburg Band, at a signal from the Honorable G. W.
Battles, struck into "The Star-Spangled Banner;" the wife of their esteemed fellow townsman, confused, yet secretly elated, gave a tug at the silken cord; the gray shroud that had enveloped the new bronze fountain fell apart; Jim Higgins, waiting at the bas.e.m.e.nt window of the courthouse for his signal, turned on the c.o.c.k and the water spouted high in air, a silver stream in the glorious sunlight of midday, falling back to the basin in a million glittering diamonds. At that moment, gathering these descriptive facts into words as he went, Clint Richards grabbed his notes from the table, and, springing over the railing of the platform, forced his way through the cheering, howling crowd to strike out on a lope for the office of the Battlesburg _Blade_.
Well, it was all over. The grand shakedown was accomplished; he had milked his milk; he had sheared his sheep and skinned them, and nailed their hides up to dry. To-morrow, or in two or three days at most, he would quietly disappear and leave all these Reubens to wake up and find themselves waiting at the morgue. But it had been a skyrocket finish, anyhow, and he reflected upon this with a curious satisfaction as he made his slow progress to the street, stopping at every step to shake hands with those who crowded up to greet him as the incomparable human cornucopia. It was with a sigh of relief, however, that he finally reached home, where he could shut himself away from all this adulation.
"Honest, f.a.n.n.y," he confessed with an uneasy laugh, "it"s coming too strong for me. I want to get away from it."
""Away"!" she echoed. "I thought you liked all this. I do. I like the place and the people--and we amount to something here."
"That"s right, puff up," he bantered her. "I like that tight-vest feeling, too, but I can"t keep it going, for the yeast"s run out; so it"s us for Europe. Next spring I"ll try this game again. A couple more such deals, and then I"ll jump on Wall Street and slam the breath out of it. I have an idea or two about that game----"
He stopped abruptly, checked by the dawning horror in his wife"s face, then he laughed a bit nervously.
"Go away from here: from the only place where we"ve ever had respect for ourselves and from others?" she faltered. "Not build the traction line?
Make all this happiness I"ve had a theft that is worse than stealing money? Jim! You can"t mean it!"
"You don"t understand business," he protested. "This is all perfectly legal, and the traction line wouldn"t make me as much in ten years as I"ve already cleared. I"d be a rank sucker----h.e.l.lo, who"s this?"
They were standing before the window of the library, and at that moment a road-spattered automobile, one of the cla.s.s built distinctively for service, stopped in front of the door. Out of it sprang a rather undersized man with a steel-gray beard and very keen gray eyes, but not at all impressive looking. His clothing was very dusty, but he did not even shake his ulster as he strode up to the porch and rang the bell. Of all their household not even Billy Ricks had as yet returned, and Wallingford himself opened the door.
"Is this the residence of Colonel Wallingford?" asked the man crisply.
"I am Mr. Wallingford."
"I am E. B. Lott, of the Midland Valley Traction System, which was yesterday consolidated with the Golden West group. I dropped in to talk with you about your Lewisville-Elliston line."
Mrs. Wallingford stopped for only a moment to gather the full significance of what this might mean, and then hurried upstairs. She was afraid to remain for fear she might betray her own eagerness.
"Step in," said Wallingford calmly, and led the way to the library.
CHAPTER XXII
J. RUFUS PREFERS FARMING IN AMERICA TO PROMOTING IN EUROPE
The Battlesburg _Blade_ was full of the big consolidation for a week following the providential visit of Mr. Lott. The Lewisville, Battlesburg and Elliston traction line was not merely an a.s.sured fact--it had always been that since the coming of Colonel Wallingford--but it was now even a bigger and better thing than ever, the key to a vast network of trolleys which, with this connecting link, would have its ramifications across more than the fourth part of a continent. The only drawback to all this good was that they were to lose as a permanent resident their esteemed fellow citizen, Colonel J. Rufus Wallingford--since he had sold his right of way, franchises, concessions and good will--and every issue of the _Blade_, from news columns to editorials, was a tribute to all that this n.o.ble, high-spirited gentleman had done for Battlesburg.
A score of impulsive women kissed Mrs. Wallingford good-by at the train, while the Honorable G. W. Battles strove against Billy Ricks and Judge Lampton and Clint Richards for the honor of the last handshake with her husband; and after Mrs. Wallingford had fluttered her handkerchief from the car window for the last time, she pressed it to her eyes.
"I"m going to keep my house there always," she said, when she had calmed, "and whenever we"re tired of living at other places I want to come here--home! Why, just think, Jim, it"s the only town you ever did business in that you can come back to!"
He agreed with her in this, but, by and by, she found his shoulders heaving with his usual elephantine mirth.
"What is it?" she asked him.
"The joke"s on me," he laughed. "The biggest stunt I ever pulled off, and even the baa-baas satisfied. Why, f.a.n.n.y," and the surprise in his face was almost ludicrous, "it turned out to be a legitimate deal, after all!"
That was the keynote of a startling new thought which came to him: that there might actually be more money in legitimate deals than in the dubious ones in which he had always engaged; and that thought he took to Europe with him. It dwelt with him in the fogs of London and the sunshine of Paris, at the roulette tables of Monte Carlo and on the ca.n.a.ls of Venice. It was an ambition-rousing idea, and with perfect confidence in his own powers he saw himself rising to a commanding position in American financial affairs. Why, he already owned a round half million of dollars, and the mere momentum of this huge amount caused quite an alteration, not only in his mode of thought, but of life. Heretofore he had looked upon such gain as he wrested from his shady transactions as a mere medium of quick exchange, which was to be turned into pleasure and lavish display as rapidly as possible. When he secured money his only impulse had been to spend all of it and then get more; but a half million! It was a sum large enough to represent earning capacity, and his always creative mind was busy with the thought of how he might utilize its power. After all, it was only another new and expensive pleasure that he desired, the pleasure of swaying big affairs, of enrolling himself upon the roster of the pseudo-great, and to that end, during his entire European trip he devoured American newspapers wherever he could find them, seeking for means by which he could increase his fortune to one of truly commanding proportions. In the meantime he was as lavish as ever, scattering money with a prodigal hand; but now it was with a different motive. He used it freely to secure the best to be found in the way of luxury, but no longer spent it merely to get rid of it.