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ARLY [111] the next morning Dick Ballard rapped on Vance’s door, and
being admitted, greeted him warmly, and assured him he was mighty glad
to see him again.
“There’s goin’ to be a meetin’ of the Town Company.”
“Is that so?” said Vance.
“Yes; the hul kit and bilin’ of ‘em are here,” replied Ballard.
“There’s Colonel Alexander, Homer Winthrop, General Ira House and
his brother, Jack House, B. Webster Legal and Marcus Donald. Donald is
the resident director of the Town Company.” Vance said he would be
glad to meet them.
“Well, you’ll see the keenest lot of men,” said Ballard, “this
here country has ever pulled together. Every one of ‘em is a strong
man and a hustler from the word go. What I say about ‘em you’ll find
is prima facie.” After a little, Dick Ballard winked one eye at Vance
and said: “I feel a bottle in my pocket, and I wouldn’t wonder
a mite there was suthin’ in it that wouldn’t taste bad. A little
spirits is mighty good for a feller when he has had a hard day’s
ride.”
Vance assured him that he was much obliged, but was [112] thoroughly
refreshed by his night’s rest, and a light breakfast was all he
wanted.
“We usually,” replied Ballard, “accommodate fellows that want
that kind of a breakfast; in fact, some of our breakfasts are too darned
light. I’ll go down and see what I can skirmish up for you.”
At the door Dick Ballard turned and said, “Oh, yes, have you heard the
news?”
“No, I do not remember of having heard anything of a startling
character,” replied Vance.
“Well, by Ned, I supposed you had heard all about it,” said Ballard,
as he leaned against the door and looked wise.
“Well, what is it?” queried Vance.
“Well, sir, our militia company has got a new snare drum, and, gosh
all fish hooks! but she is a rat-tat-tat-to-or from away back!” The
door closed and Old Dick Ballard retreated, merrily whistling “Away
down in Dixie.”
After breakfast, Vance was escorted to the Town Company’s office,
where he met the different members of the company. Each vied with the
other in showing him courtesies.
“I presume,” said Homer Winthrop, as they drew a little aside from
the others, “that you have never met as remarkable men as you see in
my associates.” He looked radiant, inserted his thumbs in the armholes
of his vest, and continued:
“Colonel Alexander is possessed of one of the richest brains of
any man I ever knew. Our attorney, Mr. Legal is a star of the first
magnitude in his profession, and can whip a small army in a lawsuit,
while Gen. Ira [113] House has a reputation superior to any man in the
Rocky Mountains as a town builder. Now, if he,” continued Winthrop,
“should go into the midst of a desert and say, ‘Here a great city
shall be built,’ you would make no mistake in taking a ‘flyer’ on
some dirt in that vicinity. Then there is Jack House, the General’s
brother, who is, in his specialty, a most remarkable man. He is
sometimes called ‘the Conspirator’ of our gang, because of his
ability to set up jobs on the enemy and down ‘em.”
“By Jove, look,” said Winthrop, pointing out of the window, while
his face became animated, “do you see that young lady on the other
side of the street? That’s Miss Virgie Bonifield, and I venture to say
she’s one of the loveliest girls in the Rocky Mountains.”
“I have a message for her, sent by her sister,” replied Vance. “I
will be under many obligations if you’ll introduce me to the young
lady.”
“With pleasure,” replied Winthrop, “as soon as the town meeting
adjourns we will call upon her.”
The meeting was called to order, with Colonel Alexander in the chair.
The chairman cleared his throat several times with marked vehemence, and
said:
“Gentlemen, we have again met to deliberate upon the destiny of
Waterville and the great Thief River Valley. It is no small matter for
gigantic intellects to thus assemble as a deliberative body, to arrange,
by resolutions or otherwise, questions of great moment. The leading
question to-day, gentlemen, is that of mind over matter. We have said
to one another, ‘Waterville shall become a great city;’ our united
efforts are concentrated [114] in this work. The story of the bundle of
sticks is as true to-day as when the fable was first written.
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“The wealth, gentlemen, of our united intellects is bearing down in
concentrated rays against every opposition, and with hammer and tongs we
are reaching out in every direction, and are making one of the grandest
campaigns the country has ever witnessed. Gentlemen, what is the
pleasure of this meeting?”
The Colonel’s earnestness could not be doubted. When [115] he sat down
he fondled his gold-headed cane with apparent tenderness, as if he
were ashamed of the way he had abused it in emphasizing his remarks by
punching it into the floor in a most merciless fashion.
B. Webster Legal, addressing the chairman, said: “I am proud again to
meet my distinguished associates as a deliberative body. For the benefit
of our beloved citizens of Waterville, who are crowding into this room
of deliberation, and standing in front of the windows eagerly listening
to the important proceedings of this meeting, I will say that only men
in the broadest term—men with an abundance of gray matter clinging
to their brains—could possibly have accomplished the feats which
have characterized the acts of the Waterville Town Company from
its organization up to the present time. I feel, Mr. President and
gentlemen, that our untiring efforts are about to be crowned with a
success little dreamed of by the most hopeful.
“From a legal point of view, I am proud to assure you that the
Waterville Town Company is in a most safe and healthy condition. I have
frequently observed, and will again say, I am not a seller of lots,
but I assure each and every one of you that I am here to stay by
this company as long as a lot can be sold. So far as legal knots are
concerned, I will untie them; or, failing to do so, will, with the sharp
edge of the law, cleave them asunder.”
The attorney’s remarks were greeted with applause as he sat down.
The chairman jarred the frail building by again clearing his throat,
and requested C. Webster Legal to make a report of the assets of the
Waterville Town Company.
[116] “Mr. Chairman,” said B. Webster Legal, “I have recently looked
over the list of property owned by the Waterville Town Company, and find
that we have assets amounting to some two millions of dollars.”
As the attorney sat down there was a satisfied look upon his face
suggestive of the millionaire.
The chairman looked over his spectacles and said, “Gentlemen, you
have heard, and no doubt with pardonable elation, the statement of our
honored associate, Judge Legal. There are eight of us,” he continued,
“and two millions means a quarter of a million each. Within two years,
sirs, these assets will have doubled in value. There are men whose
statements I would not rely implicitly upon without discounting
them—say, fifty or seventy-five per cent—but, gentlemen, when it
comes to downright conservatism, why, my level-headed friend the Judge
takes the jackpot. Yes, sir, I undertake to say, gentlemen, he is the
king bee of us all in cutting square into the heart of a proposition,
and analyzing it with a precision that is truly remarkable; and when
he says two millions, I have no hesitancy, gentlemen, in staking my
reputation that it is three millions if it is a cent.”
As the chairman sat down he looked carefully at his gold-headed cane
again to make sure it had sustained no injury.
Marcus Donald, the resident Town Company’s director, addressed the
meeting, and said:
“Mr. Chairman, I never felt so rich in my life as I do at the present
moment. I regret that my ancestors are not alive to rejoice with me in
the prosperity I am now enjoying. There is a reason in this contemplated
prosperity. First, the great natural opportunities in this [117]
wonderful valley, and, second, the unity of action on the part of the
members of our Town Company.
“I have here a small matter to which I wish to call the directors’
attention.
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It is a livery bill of some eighty dollars that is past due, and,
perhaps, we had better arrange for it.”
Judge Legal rose to a point of order. He said that such small details
as paying livery bills had no place in the deliberations of this body
of men. “It is the duty of the auditing committee to first approve and
then look after the payments of small items like expense bills.”
Director Donald stated in reply that B. Webster Legal was a member of
the auditing committee as well as himself, and, doubtless, knew the
bill had been approved of long ago, but that there were no funds with
which—
“Order!” shouted the chairman, punching his goldheaded cane
vigorously into the floor. “I sustain the point of order made by this
corporation’s attorney. Let us now proceed with the deliberations of
weighty and progressive questions.”
Gen. Ira House sat propped back in his chair in a retired corner of
the room, and until now had maintained silence, save the fetching and
labored puffs of his cigar, which almost completely enveloped him in a
cloud of smoke. As he straightened himself up, he pushed his chair in
front of him, elevated one foot to the seat and rested his left elbow
on his elevated knee. He wore an expression on his face becoming a
philosopher. [118] “Mr. Chairman,” said he, “it seems to me we’re
drifting.” He looked wise and waited a moment for his remark to take
effect. “Drifting,” he continued, “is weakness. If we drift, we
scatter; if we scatter, we fall. Now, gentlemen,” he continued,
“we must not drift. There are important business matters awaiting our
attention. I hold in my hand a letter from a party who wants to know if
Waterville would not be a good place to start a foundry. Now, gentlemen,
do we want a foundry at Waterville, or do we not? That is the question
before this meeting.”
As Gen. House sat down, the crowd cheered him lustily, stamped their
feet, clapped their hands, and cries of “Good!”
“That’s business!” “That’s the talk!” were heard on all
sides among the citizens who were listening with bated breath to the
proceedings of the Town Company’s meeting.
“I move,” said Jack House, “that we want a foundry at Waterville,
and resolutions to that effect be prepared, inviting the party, whoever
he is, to locate his foundry here.”
“Order, gentlemen!” shouted the chairman, again clearing his throat.
“Mr. Secretary, please record in the minutes of this meeting, if
there are no objections, the unanimous vote in favor of the foundry, and
prepare a set of elaborate resolutions, which we will sign, inviting the
party making the inquiry to come at once to Waterville and locate his
foundry.”
The throng of citizens broke into cheers at this announcement, and the
word was soon passed through the throng to the outer circle, that a
foundry was to be located at Waterville. Presently, three cheers and a
[119] tiger were proposed for the new foundry, and the deliberations of
the Town Company were necessarily delayed until the cheering had ceased.
Marcus Donald, addressing the chairman, said: “I have received a
communication from the owners of a sash, blind and door factory,
who seem quite desirous of casting their lot with us. I suggest the
importance of taking official notice of their communication.”
The throng of citizens waited almost breathlessly, and with a fair
degree of patience, to see what was to be done in regard to the sash,
blind and door factory. Judge Legal moved that the suggestion offered by
Director Donald be acted upon, and that a resolution favoring the
sash, blind and door factory be voted upon. As he sat down, three other
directors seconded the motion.
“You have heard the question,” said the chairman. “Unless there is
some opposition, we will regard it as carried unanimously.” He looked
over his spectacles a moment, and as no one offered an objection, he
brought his gold-headed cane down with a sharp rap upon the floor, and
said “Carried!”
Again the word was passed from citizen to citizen onto the waiting mob
without, that Waterville was to have a sash, blind and door factory.
Again huzzas and cheering rent the air, and impeded, to a certain
degree, the deliberations of the Town Company’s meeting.
At this juncture, a clerk of the local bank—the only one that
Waterville could boast of—presented himself and asked permission to
address the directors.
“What is the nature of your business, young man?” asked Col.
Alexander, clearing his throat threateningly and looking hard at the
clerk over his spectacles.
[120] “I have a sight draft for $50, drawn on the Waterville Town
Company for printing stock certificates.”
The chairman and his seven colleagues came to their they cried, almost
in unison. Several of the directors shouted, “Mr. Chairman! Mr.
Chairman!” at the top of their voice, but in his indignation the
chairman failed to take notice of them.
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Presently a silence, caused by sheer consternation, succeeded the first
burst of surprise. Judge Legal, mounting a chair, said:
“Mr. Chairman! I move you that article 57 of our by-laws be copied
and certified to under our corporate seal and delivered to this young
gentleman, that he may return it with the sight draft. Here is the
wording of article 57: ‘Further, that this corporation, the Waterville
Town Company refuses to honor or pay sight drafts from any and all
sources.’.rdquo;
“You have heard the question,” said the excited chairman, bringing
his cane down with great vehemence. “Do I hear a second?”
“We all second it.”
Silence having been restored, Judge Legal again addressed the chair:
“Mr. Secretary,” said the chairman, “record the question as
carried unanimously.”
“Mr. Chairman,” said he, “ [121] in the future all printing by
the Waterville Town Company will be sent to another printing
establishment.”
“Unless there is opposition, we will consider the question as carried
unanimously,” said the chairman. At this juncture the chairman took
the floor, and addressing the directors, said:
“There are times when, notwithstanding the power of our united
intellects, questions of a very exasperating nature confront us, and,
momentarily, we are at a loss to know just what to do; but it is only
momentarily—we meet every crisis. It takes us a very short time to
decide; and, with us, decision is action.
“In my experience I have observed that, occasionally, storms of
opposition sweep down upon men like an irresistible avalanche. At such
times it is well to retreat to some protected place and let the storm
tire itself out—beat itself into exhaustion, so to speak—until its
very protest becomes a dead silence. Refreshed with the rest we have
had, we may then safely sally forth, and, with renewed vigor, arrange a
flank movement on the enemy, and everlastingly choke opposition into a
corpse.”
When the chairman sat down he motioned Vance to his side, and said,
sotto voce: “Was not that a master stroke, Mr. Gilder? Do not we meet
and dispose of questions that would simply stump any ordinary body of
men into inaction? Opposition does not faze us; no sir, we know our
rights, and are here to fight for them.”
The citizens were very much elated over the prospects of a foundry and a
sash, blind and door factory at Waterville. Their gratitude to the Town
Company was very marked, and was evidenced by three hearty cheers and
many huzzas. [122] Presently the meeting of the Town Company adjourned,
and then there was much clapping of hands and more cheering. Each member
of the company crowded around Vance and shook him warmly by the hand,
and assured him they had had one of the most profitable meetings that
had ever taken place.