Gordon Keith by Thomas Nelson Page
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"Who is your father, son?" The squire drew a long whiff from his pipe. "Aaron Wickersham of Wickersham & Company, who is setting up the chips for this railroad. We are going to run through here and make it one of the greatest lines of the country." "Oh, you're _goin'_ to run it! From the way you talked I thought maybe you _had_ run it. Was a man named Aaron once thought he knew more 'bout runnin' a' expedition than his brother did. Ever heard what became of him?" "No," said Ferdy. "Well, he run some of 'em in the ground. He didn't have sense to know the difference between a calf and God." Ferdy flushed. "Well, my old man knows enough to run this railroad. He has run bigger things than this." "If he knows as much as his son, he knows a lot. He ought to be able to run the world." And the squire turned back to Rhodes: "What are you goin' to do, my son, when you've done all you say you're goin' to do for us? You will be too good to live among them Yankees; you will have to come back here, I reckon." "No; I'm going to marry and settle down," said Rhodes, jestingly. "Maybe |
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