A Maid of the Silver Sea by John Oxenham
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In that kitchen the new captain and his new methods were vehemently discussed and handled roughly enough--in words. And hot words and the thoughts they excite, and wild thoughts and the words they find vent in, are at times the breeders of deeds that were better left undone. To all financially interested in the mines the need for strictest economy and fullest efficiency was patent enough. It was still a case of faith and hope--a case of continual putting in of work and money, and, so far, of getting little out--except the dross which intervened between them and their highest hopes. There was silver there without a doubt, and the many thin veins they came across lured them on with constant hope of mighty pockets and deposits of which these were but the flying indications. And all putting in and getting nothing out results in stressful times, in business ventures as in the case of individuals. The great shafts sank deeper and deeper, the galleries branched out far under the sea, and there was a constant call for more and more money, lest that already sunk should be lost. Mr. Hamon, disappointed in his view of raising money on the farm by Tom's obstinacy, in the bitterness of his spirit and the urgent necessities of the mines, conceived a new idea which, if he was able to carry it out, would serve the double purpose of satisfying his own needs at the recalcitrant Tom's expense. "I must have more money for the mines," he said to his wife one day in private. "I'm thinking of selling the farm." |
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