The Gilded Age by Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner (free ebooks romance novels txt) 📕

say that this is not the golden age of mutual trust, of unlimited reliance upon human promises? That is a peculiar condition of society which enables a whole nation to instantly recognize point and meaning in the familiar newspaper anecdote, which puts into the mouth of a distinguished speculator in lands and mines this remark:"I wasn't worth a cent two years ago, and now I owe two millions of dollars."


CHAPTER XXVII.

It was a hard blow to poor Sellers to see the work on his darling enterprise stop, and the noise and bustle and confusion that had been such refreshment to his soul, sicken and die out. It was hard to come down to humdrum ordinary life again after being a General Superintendent and the most conspicuous man in the community. It was sad to see his name disappear from the newspapers; sadder still to see it resurrected at intervals, shorn of its aforetime gaudy gear of compliments and clothed on with rhetorical tar and feathers.

But his friends suffered more on his account than he did. He was a cork that could not be kept under the water many moments at a time.

He had to bolster up his wife's spirits every now and then. On one of these occasions he said:

"It's all right, my dear, all right; it will all come right in a little while. There's $200,000 coming, and that will set things booming again: Harry seems to be having some difficulty, but that's to be expectedyou can't move these big operations to the tune of Fisher's Hornpipe, you know. But Harry will get it started along presently, and then you'll see! I expect the news every day now."

"But Beriah, you've been expecting it every day, all along, haven't you?"

"Well, yes; yesI don't know but I have. But anyway, the longer it's delayed, the nearer it grows to the time when it will startsame as every day you live brings you nearer tonearer"

"The grave?"

"Well, nonot that exactly; but you can't understand these things, Polly dearwomen haven't much head for business, you know. You make yourself perfectly comfortable, old lady, and you'll see how we'll trot this right along. Why bless you, let the appropriation lag, if it wants tothat's no great matterthere's a bigger thing than that."

"Bigger than $200,000, Beriah?"

"Bigger, child?why, what's $200,000? Pocket money! Mere pocket money! Look at the railroad! Did you forget the railroad? It ain't many months till spring; it will be coming right along, and the railroad swimming right along behind it. Where'll it be by the middle of summer? Just stop and fancy a momentjust think a littledon't anything suggest itself? Bless your heart, you dear women live right in the present all the timebut a man, why a man lives

"In the future, Beriah? But don't we live in the future most too much, Beriah? We do somehow seem to manage to live on next year's crop of corn and potatoes as a general thing while this year is still dragging along, but sometimes it's not a robust diet,Beriah. But don't look that way, deardon't mind what I say. I don't mean to fret, I don't mean to worry; and I don't, once a month, do I, dear? But when I get a little low and feel bad, I get a bit troubled and worrisome, but it don't mean anything in the world. It passes right away. I know you're doing all you can, and I don't want to seem repining and ungratefulfor I'm not, Beriahyou know I'm not, don't you?"

"Lord bless you, child, I know you are the very best little woman that ever livedthat ever lived on the whole face of the Earth! And I know that I would be a dog not to work for you and think for you and scheme for you with all my might. And I'll bring things all right yet, honey cheer up and don't you fear. The railroad"

"Oh, I had forgotten the railroad, dear, but when a body gets blue, a body forgets everything. Yes, the railroadtell me about the railroad."

"Aha, my girl, don't you see? Things ain't so dark, are they? Now I didn't forget the railroad. Now just think for a momentjust figure up a little on the future dead moral certainties. For instance, call this waiter St. Louis.

"And we'll lay this fork (representing the railroad) from St. Louis to this potato, which is Slouchburg:

"Then with this carving knife we'll continue the railroad from Slouchburg to Doodleville, shown by the black pepper:

"Then we run along theyesthe combto the tumbler that's Brimstone:

"Thence by the pipe to Belshazzar, which is the salt-cellar:

"Thence to, tothat quillCatfishhand me the pincushion, Marie Antoinette:

"Thence right along these shears to this horse, Babylon:

"Then by the spoon to Bloody Runthank you, the ink:

"Thence to Hail Columbiasnuffers, Polly, please move that cup and saucer close up, that's Hail Columbia:

"Thenlet me open my knifeto Hark-from-the-Tomb, where we'll put the candle-stickonly a little distance from Hail Columbia to Hark-from-the-Tombdown-grade all the way.

"And there we strike Columbus Riverpass me two or throe skeins of thread to stand for the river; the sugar bowl will do for Hawkeye, and the rat trap for Stone's Landing-Napoleon, I meanand you can see how much better Napoleon is located than Hawkeye. Now here you are with your railroad complete, and showing its continuation to Hallelujah and thence to Corruptionville.

"Now then-them you are! It's a beautiful road, beautiful. Jeff Thompson can out-engineer any civil engineer that ever sighted through an aneroid, or a theodolite, or whatever they call ithe calls it sometimes one and sometimes the other just whichever levels off his sentence neatest, I reckon. But ain't it a ripping toad, though? I tell you, it'll make a stir when it gets along. Just see what a country it goes through. There's your onions at Slouchburgnoblest onion country that graces God's footstool; and there's your turnip country all around Doodleville bless my life, what fortunes are going to be made there when they get that contrivance perfected for extracting olive oil out of turnipsif there's any in them; and I reckon there is, because Congress has made an appropriation of money to test the thing, and they wouldn't have done that just on conjecture, of course. And now we come to the Brimstone regioncattle raised there till you can't restand corn, and all that sort of thing. Then you've got a little stretch along through Belshazzar that don't produce anything nowat least nothing but rocksbut irrigation will fetch it. Then from Catfish to Babylon it's a little swampy, but there's dead loads of peat down under there somewhere. Next is the Bloody Run and Hail Columbia countrytobacco enough can be raised there to support two such railroads. Next is the sassparilla region. I reckon there's enough of that truck along in there on the line of the pocket-knife, from Hail Columbia to Hark-from-the Tomb to fat up all the consumptives in all the hospitals from Halifax to the Holy Land. It just grows like weeds! I've got a little belt of sassparilla land in there just tucked away unobstrusively waiting for my little Universal Expectorant to get into shape in my head. And I'll fix that, you know. One of these days I'll have all the nations of the earth expecto"

"But Beriah, dear"

"Don't interrupt me; PollyI don't want you to lose the run of the map well, take your toy-horse, James Fitz-James, if you must have itand run along with you. Here, nowthe soap will do for Babylon. Let me see where was I? Oh yesnow we run down to Stone's LanNapoleonnow we run down to Napoleon. Beautiful road. Look at that, now. Perfectly straight line-straight as the way to the grave. And see where it leaves Hawkeye-clear out in the cold, my dear, clear out in the cold. That town's as bound to die aswell if I owned it I'd get its obituary ready, now, and notify the mourners. Polly, mark my wordsin three years from this, Hawkeye'll be a howling wilderness. You'll see. And just look at that rivernoblest stream that meanders over the thirsty earth! calmest, gentlest artery that refreshes her weary bosom! Railroad goes all over it and all through itwades right along on stilts. Seventeen bridges in three miles and a halfforty-nine bridges from Hark-from-the-Tomb to Stone's Landing altogetherforty nine bridges, and culverts enough to culvert creation itself! Hadn't skeins of thread enough to represent them allbut you get an ideaperfect trestle-work of bridges for seventy two miles: Jeff Thompson and I fixed all that, you know; he's to get the contracts and I'm to put them through on the divide. Just oceans of money in those bridges. It's the only part of the railroad I'm interested in,down along the lineand it's all I want, too. It's enough, I should judge. Now here we are at Napoleon. Good enough country plenty good enoughall it wants is population. That's all rightthat will come. And it's no bad country now for calmness and solitude, I can tell youthough there's no money in that, of course. No money, but a man wants rest, a man wants peacea man don't want to rip and tear around all the time. And here we go, now, just as straight as a string for Hallelujahit's a beautiful angle handsome up grade all the wayand then away you go to Corruptionville, the gaudiest country for early carrots and cauliflowers that evergood missionary field, too. There ain't such another missionary field outside the jungles of Central Africa. And patriotic?why they named it after Congress itself. Oh, I warn you, my dear, there's a good time coming, and it'll be right along before you know what you're about, too. That railroad's fetching it. You see what it is as far as I've got, and if I had enough bottles and soap and boot-jacks and such things to carry it along to where it joins onto the Union Pacific, fourteen hundred miles from here, I should exhibit to you in that little internal improvement a spectacle of inconceivable sublimity. So, don't you see? We've got the rail road to fall back on; and in the meantime, what are we worrying about that $200,000 appropriation for? That's all right. I'd be willing to bet anything that the very next letter that comes from Harry will"

The eldest boy entered just in the nick of time and brought a letter, warm from the post-office.

"Things do look bright, after all, Beriah. I'm sorry I was blue, but it did seem as if everything had been going against us for whole ages. Open the letteropen it quick, and let's know all about it before we stir out of our places. I am all in a fidget to know what it says."

The letter was opened, without any unnecessary delay.


CHAPTER XXVIII.

Whatever may have been the language of Harry's letter to the Colonel, the information it conveyed was condensed or expanded, one or the other, from the following episode of his visit to New York:

He called, with official importance in his mien, at No. Wall street, where a great gilt sign betokened the presence of the