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“Sartain, Jefferson, sartain! I do hope Mr. Ropes you’ll look favorable on the investment. It is Jefferson’s idea, but it would be doin’ me a great favor.”
“Mr. Pettigrew will explain the advantages of the farm as we go along,” said Rodney.
So they walked from field to field, Jefferson expatiating to his young friend upon the merits of the investment, Rodney asking questions now and then to carry out his part of the shrewd and careful boy capitalist.
When they had made a tour of the farm Jefferson said: “Well, Rodney, what do you think of the investment?”
“I am satisfied with it,” answered Rodney. “Mr. Hooper, I will advance you the money on the conditions mentioned by my friend, Mr. Pettigrew.”
Tears of joy came into the eyes of Cyrus Hooper and his worn face showed relief.
“I am very grateful, young man,” he said. “I will see that you don’t regret your kindness.”
“When will Squire Sheldon be over to settle matters, Uncle Cyrus?” asked Jefferson.
“He is comin’ this afternoon at two o’clock.”
“Then Rodney and I will be over to take part in the business.”
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE FAILURE OF SQUIRE SHELDON’S PLOT.
On the morning of the same day Squire Sheldon sat in his study when the servant came in and brought a card.
“It’s a gentleman thats come to see you, sir,” she said.
Lemuel Sheldon’s eye brightened when he saw the name, for it was that of a railroad man who was interested in the proposed road from Sherborn.
“I am glad to see you, Mr. Caldwell,” he said cordially, rising to receive his guest. “What is the prospect as regards the railroad?”
“I look upon it as a certainty,” answered Enoch Caldwell, a grave, portly man of fifty.
“And it is sure to pass through our town?”
“Yes, I look upon that as definitely decided.”
“The next question is as to the route it will take,” went on the squire. “Upon that point I should like to offer a few suggestions.”
“I shall be glad to receive them. In fact, I may say that my report will probably be accepted, and I shall be glad to consult you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate the compliment you pay me, and, though I say it, I don’t think you could find any one more thoroughly conversant with the lay of the land and the most advisable route to follow. If you will put on your hat we will go out together and I will give you my views.”
“I shall be glad to do so.”
The two gentlemen took a leisurely walk through the village, going by Cyrus Hooper’s house on the way.
“In my view,” said the squire, “the road should go directly through this farm a little to the north of the house.”
The squire proceeded to explain his reasons for the route he recommended.
“To whom does the farm belong?” asked Caldwell, with a shrewd glance at the squire.
“To an old man named Cyrus Hooper.”
“Ahem! Perhaps he would be opposed to the road passing so near his house.”
“I apprehend that he will not have to be consulted,” said the squire with a crafty smile.
“Why not?”
“Because I hold a mortgage on the farm which I propose to foreclose this afternoon.”
“I see. So that you will be considerably benefited by the road.”
“Yes, to a moderate extent.”
“But if a different course should be selected, how then?”
“If the road goes through the farm I would be willing to give a quarter of the damages awarded to me to—you understand?”
“I think I do. After all it seems the most natural route.”
“I think there can be no doubt on that point. Of course the corporation will be willing to pay a reasonable sum for land taken.”
“I think I can promise that, as I shall have an important voice in the matter.”
“I see you are a thorough business man,” said the squire. “I hold that it is always best to pursue a liberal policy.”
“Quite so. You have no doubt of obtaining the farm?”
“Not the slightest.”
“But suppose the present owner meets the mortgage?”
“He can’t. He is a poor man, and he has no moneyed friends. I confess I was a little afraid that a nephew of his just returned from Montana might be able to help him, but I learn that he has only brought home five hundred dollars while the mortgage, including interest, calls for thirteen hundred.”
“Then you appear to be safe. When did you say the matter would be settled?”
“This afternoon at two o’clock. You had better stay over and take supper with me. I shall be prepared to talk with you at that time.”
“Very well.”
From a window of the farmhouse Cyrus Hooper saw Squire Sheldon and his guest walking by the farm, and noticed the interest which they seemed to feel in it. But for the assurance which he had received of help to pay the mortgage he would have felt despondent, for he guessed the subject of their conversation. As it was, he felt an excusable satisfaction in the certain defeat of the squire’s hopes of gain.
“It seems that the more a man has the more he wants, Jefferson,” he said to his nephew. “The squire is a rich man—the richest man in Burton—but he wants to take from me the little property that I have.”
“It’s the way of the world, Uncle Cyrus. In this case the squire is safe to be disappointed, thanks to my young friend, Rodney.”
“Its lucky for me, Jefferson, that you came home just the time you did. If you had come a week later it would have been too late.”
“Then you don’t think the squire would have relented?”
“I
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