"
"Then why this investment thirty years ahead?"
"It's for Bobby," explained Orde simply. "A man likes to have his
son continue on in his business. I can't do it here, but there I
can. It would take fifty years to cut that pine, and that will give
Bobby a steady income and a steady business."
"Bobby will be well enough off, anyway. He won't have to go into
business."
Orde's brow puckered.
"I know a man--Bobby is going to work. A man is not a success in
life unless he does something, and Bobby is going to be a success.
Why, Taylor," he chuckled, "the little rascal fills the wood-box for
a cent a time, and that's all the pocket-money he gets. He's saving
now to buy a thousand-dollar boat. I've agreed to pool in half. At
his present rate of income, I'm safe for about sixty years yet."
"How soon are you going to close this deal?" asked Taylor, rising as
he caught sight of two figures coming up the walk.
"I have an option until November 1," replied Orde. "If you can't
make it, I guess I can swing it myself. By the way, keep this
dark."
Taylor nodded, and the two turned to defend themselves as best they
could against Clara's laughing attack.
XXXI
Orde had said nothing to Newmark concerning this purposed new
investment, nor did he intend doing so.
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