"Sam Brackett. Bob"s brother, you know."
"A mighty good fellow, and shrewd, too. But I"d think it over carefully, if I were you."
I did think it over, and the result of my thoughts was, as I told the General a fortnight later, the purchase of a refining plant near Clarksburg, and the beginning of a lively war with the compet.i.tors in the business.
"We"re going to sweep the South, General, with the help of the railroad," I said.
The great man, with his gouty foot in a felt slipper, sat gazing meditatively over the words of a telegram, which had come on his private wire.
"Midland stock is selling at 160," he said. "It"s a big railroad, my boy, and I"ve made it."
Even to-day, with the living presence of Sally still in my eyes, I was filled again with the old unappeasable desire for the great railroad.
The woman and the road were distinct and yet blended in my thoughts.
At dinner-time, when the General hobbled to his buggy on my arm, I made again the remark I had blurted out so inopportunely.
"General, I"ve been to West Virginia and started the plant, and we"re going to give Hail Columbia to our compet.i.tors."
He looked at me attentively, and a sly twinkle appeared in his little watery grey eyes, which were sunk deep in the bluish and swollen sockets.
"Do you feel yourself getting big, Ben?" he enquired, with a chuckle.
I shook my head. "Not yet, but it"s a fair risk and a good chance to make a big business."
"Well, you"re right, I suppose, and if you ain"t you"ll find out before long. What"s luck, after all, but the thing that enables a man to see a long way ahead?"
He settled himself under his fur rug, flicked the reins over the old grey horse, and we drove slowly up Main Street behind a street car.
"I don"t know about luck, General, but I"m going to win out if hard pushing can do it."
"It can do "most anything if you only push hard, enough. But you talk as if you were in love, Ben, I"ve said the same thing a hundred times in my day, I reckon."
I blushed furiously, and then turning my face from him, stared at a group of children upon the sidewalk.
"Whom could I marry, General?" I asked. "You know well enough that a woman in your cla.s.s wouldn"t marry a man in mine--unless--"
"Unless she were over head and heels in love with him," he chuckled.
"Unless he were a great man," I corrected.
"You mean a rich man, Ben? So your oil business is merely a little love attention, after all."
"No, money has very little to do with it, and the woman I want to marry wouldn"t marry me for money. But it"s the mettle that counts, and in this age, given the position I"ve started from, how can a man prove his mettle except by success?--and success does mean money. The president of the Great South Midland and Atlantic Railroad is obliged to be a rich man, isn"t he?"
"So you"re still after my job, eh? Is that why you"ve let me bully and badger you for the last six years?"
"It was at the bottom of it," I answered honestly, for the gay old bird liked downright speaking, and I knew it. "I"d rather have been your confidential secretary for six years than general manager of traffic. I was learning what I wanted to know."
"And what was that?"
"The way you did things. The way you handled men and bought and sold stocks."
"You like the road, too, eh?"
"I like the road as long as it can be of use to me."
"And when it ceases to be you"ll throw it over?"
"Yes, if it ever ceases to be I"ll throw it over--honestly," I answered.
"Now that"s the thing," he said, "remember always that in handling men honesty is a big a.s.set. I"ve always been honest, my boy, and it"s helped me when I needed it. Why, when I came in and got control of the road in that slump after the war, I was able to reorganise it princ.i.p.ally because of the reputation for honesty I had earned. It was a long time before it began to pay dividends, but n.o.body grumbled. They knew I was doing my best--and that I was doing it fair and square, and to-day we control nearly twenty thousand miles of road."
"Yes, honesty I"ve learned in your office, sir."
"Well, it"s good training,--it"s mighty good training, if I do say it myself. You could have got with a darn bloater like d.i.c.k Horseley, and he"d have worked your ruin. Now you never saw me lose my head, did you, eh, Ben?"
I replied that I had not--not even when his private wire had ticked off news of the last panic.
"Well, I never did," he said reflectively, "except with women. Take my advice, Ben, and find a good sensible wife, even if she"s in your own cla.s.s, and marry and settle down. It steadies a man, somehow. I"d be a long ways happier to-day," he added, a little wistfully, "if I"d taken a wife when I was young."
I thought of Miss Matoaca, with her bright brown eyes, her withered roseleaf cheeks, and her sacrifice in the cause of honour.
"Whatever you are don"t be an old bachelor," he pursued after a pause, "it may be pleasant in the beginning, but I"ll be blamed if it pays in the end. Find a good sensible woman who hasn"t any opinions of her own, and you will be happy. But as you value your peace, don"t go and fall in love with a woman who has any heathenish ideas in her head. When a woman once gets that maggot in her brain, she stops believing in gentleness and self-sacrifice, and by George, she ceases to be a woman. Every man knows there"s got to be a lot of sacrifice in marriage, and he likes to feel that he"s marrying a woman who is fully capable of making it. A strong-minded woman can"t--she"s gone and uns.e.xed herself--and instead of taking pleasure in giving up, she begins to talk everlastingly about her "honour." Pshaw! the next thing she"ll expect to be treated as punctiliously as if she were a business partner!"
The old wound still ached sometimes, it was easy to see; and because of his age and his growing infirmities, he found it harder to keep back the querulous complaints that rose to his lips.
"Now, there"s that George of mine," he resumed, still fretting, "he"s probably gone and set his eyes on Sally Mickleborough, and it"s as plain as daylight that she"s got a plenty of that outlandish spirit of her aunt"s. I don"t mean she"s got her notions--I ain"t saying any harm of the girl--she"s handsome enough in spite of Hatty"s nonsense about her mouth--and I call it downright scandalous of Edmund Bland to leave every last penny of his money away from her. But, mark my words, and I tell George so every single day I live, if she marries George he"s going to have trouble as sure as shot. She"s just the kind to expect him to make sacrifices, and by Jove, no man wants to be expected to make sacrifices in his own home!"
Sacrifices! My blood sang in my ears. If she would only marry me I"d promise to make a sacrifice for her every blessed minute that I lived.
"And do you think she likes George, General?" I asked timidly.
"Oh, I don"t suppose she knows her own mind," he retorted. "I never in my life, sir, knew but one woman who did."
We drove on for a minute in silence, and from the red and watery look in the General"s eyes, I inferred that, in spite of his broken engagement and his bitter judgment, Miss Matoaca had managed to retain her place in his memory. As I looked at him, sitting there like a wounded eagle, huddled under his fur rug, a feeling of thanksgiving that was almost one of rapture swelled in my heart. If I had a plain name, I had also a clean life to offer the woman I loved. When I remembered the strong, pure line of her features, her broad, intelligent brow, her clear, unswerving gaze, I told myself that whatever the world had to say, she, at least, would consider the difference a fair one. At the great moment she would choose me, I knew, for myself alone; choose in a democracy the man who, G.o.d helping him, would stand always for the best in the democratic spirit--for courage and truth and strength and a clean honour toward men and women.
"Who was that pretty girl, Ben," the General enquired presently, "I saw you walking with last Sunday? A sweetheart?"
"No, sir. My sister."
"A lady? She looked it."
"She has been taught like one."
"What"ll you do with her? Marry her off?"
"I haven"t thought--but she won"t look at any of the men she knows."