suddenly to town.”
“Well, my dear, I wouldn’t do it again.”
The girl was angry.
‚ÄúI‚Äôm not a schoolgirl, but a grown woman, and capable of caring for myself. Moreover, in matter of propriety I do not think you have usually found my ideas too lax‚ÅÝ‚Äîrather the opposite.‚Äù
‚ÄúThere, there, dear; don‚Äôt be angry. Only I think if your brother knew‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
“He will know in a very few weeks; he is coming to visit the Cresswells.” And Miss Taylor sailed triumphantly up the stairs.
But John Taylor was not the man to wait weeks when a purpose could be accomplished in days or hours. No sooner was Harry Cresswell’s telegram at hand than he hastened back from Savannah, struck across country, and the week after his sister’s ride found him striding up the carriageway of the Cresswell home.
John Taylor had prospered since summer. The cotton manufacturers‚Äô combine was all but a fact; Mr. ¬ÝEasterly had discovered that his chief clerk‚Äôs sense and executive ability were invaluable, and John Taylor was slated for a salary in five figures when things should be finally settled, not to mention a generous slice of stock‚ÅÝ‚Äîwatery at present, but warranted to ripen early.
While Mr. ¬ÝEasterly still regarded Taylor‚Äôs larger trust as chimerical, some occurrences of the fall made him take a respectful attitude toward it. Just as the final clauses of the combine agreement were to be signed, there