Flowing Gold by Rex Ellingwood Beach
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again, a bit hysterically. "That's about all, dad. They agreed to
put up the money and carry me--us, I mean--for a quarter interest if I can get the lease from Knute Hoaglund. So, I'm leaving on the night train." "Son! I--I'm darned if I don't believe we'll make a go of this business," Tom Parker declared. With a little cry Barbara flung herself into his arms. * * * * * The publicity Calvin Gray received from his exploit at Ranger could be nothing except agreeable to one of his temperament. Gratefully he basked in his notoriety, meanwhile continuing assiduously to cultivate the moneyed men of Dallas. His sudden leap into prominence aroused curiosity among the wives and families of the latter, and he became the recipient of some social attentions. He accepted every invitation, and so well did he carry himself in company, so ornamental and engaging was he as a dinner guest, that he was soon in great demand. He possessed accomplishments, too, that increased the respect of his masculine acquaintances. For instance, he displayed a proficiency at golf quite unusual in men of athletic training, and they argued that any man who could do par whenever he felt like it must be either a professional or a person of limitless leisure. And limitless leisure means limitless funds. Gray studiously maintained his air of financial mystery; he was in and out of offices, always purposeful, always in a hurry, but always with sufficient time to observe the strictest niceties of polite behavior. It was a part of his plan to create an atmosphere |
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