GORDON LISTENS TO GOOD ADVICE
Fast, true and strong the little black pacer came through the last
quarter mile of the speedway. Gradually Vanulm, quietly soothing him
with voice and rein, steadied him down to an ordinary road gait, and
then, as they swung sharp to the left into the quiet of the old
country road, with its crumbling stone walls, shaded on either side by
the overhanging elms, the little black reluctantly slowed to a walk,
and Vanulm, with a smile, relaxed his hold upon the reins, and leaned
comfortably back against the buggy's cushioned seat.
Gordon drew a long breath of satisfaction. "He's all right," he said
approvingly, "you've got hold of a great little horse, Herman, and you
were mighty kind to give me a chance to see him step, too. Fresh air's
been scarce with me, lately; your stopping at the office was a happy
accident."
Vanulm's brow wrinkled quizzically. "It wasn't really an accident,
Dick," he confessed, "it was only a subterfuge to get you off by
yourself where you couldn't run away. You're so confoundedly busy that
it was really the only way I could think of to get you where I'd have
a fair chance to give you a good talking to."
Gordon gave him a quick glance. "Well," he answered good-humoredly,
"they say you might as well kill a man as scare him to death. What's
the trouble now?"
Vanulm looked as if he did not altogether relish his task. "Look here,
Dick," he said at last, "I'm an older man than you are by twenty
years, or I wouldn't be fool enough to try to give you advice. But
here's one thing that's the trouble right away. You're driving
yourself altogether too hard. Your business has increased enormously;
you're fathering this Konahassett scheme; you've married a young and
exceedingly attractive wife, and the success she's made socially
demands at least a part of your time there; I keep reading of you
making speeches in all sorts of places; they tell me you're beginning
to dabble in politics; you're taking on a hundred and one new
interests, Dick, and it's too much for any one man; you simply can't
stand it, that's all; and I want you to promise me you'll begin to go
light on some of these things; why not let up on this Konahassett
business a little?"
Gordon laughed. "And you get me away from the office to tell me that,"
he scoffed. "Nonsense, Herman, I'm as fit as possible. A man's got to
hustle if he wants to get ahead these days; it won't hurt me; so don't
you worry."
There was a moment's pause; then Gordon glanced keenly at his
companion's dissatisfied face. Suddenly he leaned forward, and laid a
hand on Vanulm's knee. "Damn it, Herman," he cried good-naturedly,
"why don't you give it to me straight? You never got me out here to
tell me I was working too hard. What did you pick out the Konahassett
for? Anything wrong with that?"
Vanulm laughed uneasily. Then suddenly he drew a long breath.
"Confound it, Dick," he cried, a note of apology in his tone. "I hate
to interfere this way, but I've known you a long time, and I like you
too much to have things seem to begin to go wrong with you now. Since
you've asked me, I'll tell you straight out that people are beginning
to talk about this Konahassett scheme. They don't like it, Dick, and,
as far as I can see, you can't really blame them. Your capitalization
_is_ big, and beyond that, your methods of getting it before the
public--well, they're unusual, Dick, if we simply let it go at that.
Lamson tried that sort of thing, and you know where he wound up;
Prince tried a clumsy imitation of Lamson, with all Lamson's lack of
conscience, and none of Lamson's brains to back it up with, and he's
where he won't do any more advertising for some time to come. And now
you're working along the same lines that they did, and it's costing
you your standing around the Federal, and down-town, too. There's not
a doubt of it, Dick; and I can't bear to see it going on this way.
What's the use?"
Gordon grinned somewhat malevolently. "Meaning the ads?" he queried.
Vanulm nodded. "Principally the ads," he answered. "They are cheap,
Dick; cheap as the devil, and you know it."
For answer Gordon pulled from his pocket a sheaf of the evening
papers, and at random turned to the financial page of the _Observer_.
There, sure enough, in huge black capitals, his latest bit of advice
to investors stared the reader in the face:
COPPERS--COPPERS--COPPERS
ran the big head-lines; then, in smaller type, Gordon's brief pithy
argument in favor of the purchase of copper stocks; the future of the
metal; the expansion of telegraph and telephone; the electrification
of railroads; the vain search for a substitute; the immense foreign
demand; then good words for half a dozen other mines, all well and
favorably known, and, lastly, a glowing paragraph devoted to the past,
present and future of the Konahassett, its great area, the wonderful
richness of its copper, its boundless possibilities within the next
few years. The deduction was as obvious as the type which proclaimed
it to the world.
KONAHASSETT--KONAHASSETT
ran the next to last line, and then, for a parting shot at the
hesitating speculator, with splendid vigor and decision:
BUY KONAHASSETT--BUY IT OUTRIGHT
AND BUY IT NOW
Gordon grinned again. "And you say they don't care for that at the
Federal?" he asked.
Vanulm shook his head. "They most certainly do not," he answered. "In
fact, from all I hear, it's going to cost you your place on the House
Committee at the next election."
Gordon's lip curled. "Well," he said, composedly enough, "I'm sorry to
hear that, and I'm sorry they don't approve of my taste in
advertising, but I don't know what they're going to do about it. I've
got hold of too good a thing to let go of it now."
Vanulm's face showed his disapproval. "Damn it, Dick," he exclaimed,
with unusual profanity and real feeling, "that's _another_ thing.
You're going to get snowed under one of these fine days. No one can
make the success you have, and forge to the front down-town the way
you have, without making enemies. And I know, on the best of
authority, that you're being gunned for, and right on this very stock
we're talking about--the Konahassett. And the interests that are after
you are interests that you can't withstand--that no man in the
country, for that matter, could withstand."
Gordon's eyes narrowed. "You mean the Combine?" he queried.
Vanulm nodded. "I mean the Combine," he answered. "The argument's
perfectly plain, Dick. You're in too many things; you're cheapening
yourself by this advertising business on the Konahassett, and you're
courting ruin, besides. You've made enough, Dick; pull out, now, and
quit while you've got a chance. For Heaven's sake, don't wait till
it's too late."
Gordon's face set obstinately. "One thing first Herman," he said,
"I'll tell you frankly that I wouldn't sit here and take all this
advice from any man on earth except yourself, but I know the spirit
you're offering it in, and I appreciate it, too. Now, to answer your
arguments; in the first place, I won't admit that I'm courting ruin,
as you put it; in the second place, I'll acknowledge that my methods
of getting the Konahassett before the public are cheap, if you choose
to use that word, but they suit the general public, and therefore they
suit me; as to my doing too many things at once, that may be an open
question; personally I don't think I am, but, of course, I may be
wrong. Anyway, I can't stop now; I've got too much to straighten out
first. I don't mean to keep up this pace for ever; if things go right
a while longer, I shan't have to."
There was a long silence before Vanulm spoke again. "All right, Dick,"
he said slowly; "I see the force of what you say, and, after all,
every man _has_ got to live his own life in his own way. I'll drop the
subject, seeing that I look at it one way and you another; I've had my
say, and you've been very considerate to take my interfering the way
you have; and now, if you'll bear with me, there's just one other
thing I want to say, Dick, before I get through. And that's on the
point you spoke of about the number of things you were doing; if you
were a single man, I think it might make a difference, but you're not.
You've married a girl who seems to me to be one of the most charming
young women I've ever met. Are you treating her quite right, Dick?
You're very seldom seen with her in public; she's young, and
exceedingly attractive; she's bound to receive a lot of attention, and
it's common gossip the way this young Ogden's seen around with her.
You know what he is, Dick, and I ask you again, fully aware of the
liberty I'm taking, 'Is it fair to her?'"
Gordon turned to him with a little mocking smile. "While you're on the
subject," he said, with irony, "is there anything else? My character,
my religion, what I eat for breakfast? Don't stop with my family
affairs, I beg. Is there anything else?"
Vanulm flushed scarlet. "I ask your pardon, Dick," he said stiffly,
and, after a moment's hesitation, he added quietly: "No, there's
nothing else."
With the gentlest shake of the reins he signaled the little black that
they were ready for the journey home; for five, ten, twenty minutes
they sped along in silence; then Gordon turned to his friend.
"Herman, old man," he cried, "forgive me. You're the best fellow in
the world, and I had no business to lose my temper. Only--it _is_
true--every man has got to lead his own life, and use his own
judgment, such as it is. That's really what makes life, I suppose. And
a man's family affairs, pleasant or unpleasant, are his own property.
But I had no business to speak as I did. Forgive me, Herman."
In silence Vanulm extended his hand. "Nothing to forgive, Dick," he
said half sadly; "I'm a meddling old fool, and I'll never bring up the
subject again. It's a queer world, anyway, and which one of us has the
right to judge the other?"
Gordon sat silent and thoughtful. Once, twice, he made as if to speak;
then, with a smile that had no mirth in it, he shrugged his shoulders,
as though dismissing something from his mind. "Yes," he said, "you're
right, Herman. It's a queer old world."