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her off her feet?" said Nora.
"Like Switzer, eh? The cave man idea?"
"No, no. Surely you see the difference?"
"Pity my ignorance and elucidate the mystery."
"Mystery? Nonsense. It is quite simple. It is a mere matter of emphasis."
"Oh, I see," said Larry, "or at least I don't see. But credit me with the earnest and humble desire to understand."
"Well," said his sister, "the one--"
"Which one?"
"Switzer. He is mad to possess her for his very own. He would carry her off against her will. He'd bully her to death."
"Ah, you would like that?"
"Not I. Let him try it on. The other, Romayne, is mad to have her too. He would give her his very soul. But he sticks there waiting till she comes and flings herself into his arms."
"You prefer that, eh?"
"Oh, that makes me tired!" said Nora in a tone of disgust.
"Well, I give it up," said Larry hopelessly. "What do you want?"
"I want both. My man must want me more than he wants Heaven itself, and he must give me all he has but honour. Such a man would be my slave! And such a man--oh, I'd just love to be bullied by him."
For some moments Larry stood looking into the glowing black eyes, then said quietly, "May God send you such a man, little sister, or none at all."
In a few weeks the Alberta Coal Mining and Development Company was an established fact. Mr. Waring-Gaunt approved of it and showed his confidence in the scheme by offering to take a large block of stock and persuade his friends to invest as well. He also agreed that it was important to the success of the scheme both that Mr. Gwynne should be the president of the company and that young Switzer should be its secretary. Mr. Gwynne's earnest request that he should become the treasurer of the company Mr. Waring-Gaunt felt constrained in the meantime to decline. He already had too many irons in the fire. But he was willing to become a director and to aid the scheme in any way possible. Before the end of the month such was the energy displayed by the new secretary of the company in the disposing of the stock it was announced that only a small block of about $25,000 remained unsold. A part of this Mr. Waring- Gaunt urged his brother-in-law to secure.
"Got twenty thousand myself, you know--looks to me like a sound proposition--think you ought to go in--what do you say, eh, what?"
"Very well; get ten or fifteen thousand for me," said his brother- in-law.
Within two days Mr. Waring-Gaunt found that the stock had all been disposed of. "Energetic chap, that young Switzer,--got all the stock placed--none left, so he told me."
"Did you tell him the stock was for me?" enquired Romayne.
"Of course, why not?"
"Probably that accounts for it. He would not be especially anxious to have me in."
"What do you say? Nothing in that, I fancy. But I must see about that, what?"
"Oh, let it go," said Romayne.
"Gwynne was after me again to take the treasurership," said Waring- Gaunt, "but I am busy with so many things--treasurership very hampering--demands close attention--that sort of thing, eh, what?"
"Personally I wish you would take it," said Romayne. "You would be able to protect your own money and the investments of your friends. Besides, I understand the manager is to be a German, which, with a German secretary, is too much German for my idea."
"Oh, you don't like Switzer, eh? Natural, I suppose. Don't like him myself; bounder sort of chap--but avoid prejudice, my boy, eh, what? German--that sort of thing--don't do in this country, eh? English, Scotch, Irish, French, Galician, Swede, German--all sound Canadians--melting pot idea, eh, what?"
"I am getting that idea, too," said his brother-in-law. "Sybil has been rubbing it into me. I believe it is right enough. But apart altogether from that, frankly I do not like that chap; I don't trust him. I fancy I know a gentleman when I see him."
"All right, all right, my boy, gentleman idea quite right too--but new country, new standards--'Old Family' idea played out, don't you know. Burke's
"Like Switzer, eh? The cave man idea?"
"No, no. Surely you see the difference?"
"Pity my ignorance and elucidate the mystery."
"Mystery? Nonsense. It is quite simple. It is a mere matter of emphasis."
"Oh, I see," said Larry, "or at least I don't see. But credit me with the earnest and humble desire to understand."
"Well," said his sister, "the one--"
"Which one?"
"Switzer. He is mad to possess her for his very own. He would carry her off against her will. He'd bully her to death."
"Ah, you would like that?"
"Not I. Let him try it on. The other, Romayne, is mad to have her too. He would give her his very soul. But he sticks there waiting till she comes and flings herself into his arms."
"You prefer that, eh?"
"Oh, that makes me tired!" said Nora in a tone of disgust.
"Well, I give it up," said Larry hopelessly. "What do you want?"
"I want both. My man must want me more than he wants Heaven itself, and he must give me all he has but honour. Such a man would be my slave! And such a man--oh, I'd just love to be bullied by him."
For some moments Larry stood looking into the glowing black eyes, then said quietly, "May God send you such a man, little sister, or none at all."
In a few weeks the Alberta Coal Mining and Development Company was an established fact. Mr. Waring-Gaunt approved of it and showed his confidence in the scheme by offering to take a large block of stock and persuade his friends to invest as well. He also agreed that it was important to the success of the scheme both that Mr. Gwynne should be the president of the company and that young Switzer should be its secretary. Mr. Gwynne's earnest request that he should become the treasurer of the company Mr. Waring-Gaunt felt constrained in the meantime to decline. He already had too many irons in the fire. But he was willing to become a director and to aid the scheme in any way possible. Before the end of the month such was the energy displayed by the new secretary of the company in the disposing of the stock it was announced that only a small block of about $25,000 remained unsold. A part of this Mr. Waring- Gaunt urged his brother-in-law to secure.
"Got twenty thousand myself, you know--looks to me like a sound proposition--think you ought to go in--what do you say, eh, what?"
"Very well; get ten or fifteen thousand for me," said his brother- in-law.
Within two days Mr. Waring-Gaunt found that the stock had all been disposed of. "Energetic chap, that young Switzer,--got all the stock placed--none left, so he told me."
"Did you tell him the stock was for me?" enquired Romayne.
"Of course, why not?"
"Probably that accounts for it. He would not be especially anxious to have me in."
"What do you say? Nothing in that, I fancy. But I must see about that, what?"
"Oh, let it go," said Romayne.
"Gwynne was after me again to take the treasurership," said Waring- Gaunt, "but I am busy with so many things--treasurership very hampering--demands close attention--that sort of thing, eh, what?"
"Personally I wish you would take it," said Romayne. "You would be able to protect your own money and the investments of your friends. Besides, I understand the manager is to be a German, which, with a German secretary, is too much German for my idea."
"Oh, you don't like Switzer, eh? Natural, I suppose. Don't like him myself; bounder sort of chap--but avoid prejudice, my boy, eh, what? German--that sort of thing--don't do in this country, eh? English, Scotch, Irish, French, Galician, Swede, German--all sound Canadians--melting pot idea, eh, what?"
"I am getting that idea, too," said his brother-in-law. "Sybil has been rubbing it into me. I believe it is right enough. But apart altogether from that, frankly I do not like that chap; I don't trust him. I fancy I know a gentleman when I see him."
"All right, all right, my boy, gentleman idea quite right too--but new country, new standards--'Old Family' idea played out, don't you know. Burke's