The Gilded Age eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 597 pages of information about The Gilded Age.

The Gilded Age eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 597 pages of information about The Gilded Age.

“Yes, looking around,” replied Harry.

“Ah, here we are.  You’d rather sit here in front than go to my apartments?  So had I. An opening eh?”

The Colonel’s eyes twinkled.  “Ah, just so.  The country is opening up, all we want is capital to develop it.  Slap down the rails and bring the land into market.  The richest land on God Almighty’s footstool is lying right out there.  If I had my capital free I could plant it for millions.”

“I suppose your capital is largely in your plantation?” asked Philip.

“Well, partly, sir, partly.  I’m down here now with reference to a little operation—­a little side thing merely.  By the way gentlemen, excuse the liberty, but it’s about my usual time”—­

The Colonel paused, but as no movement of his acquaintances followed this plain remark, he added, in an explanatory manner,

“I’m rather particular about the exact time—­have to be in this climate.”

Even this open declaration of his hospitable intention not being understood the Colonel politely said,

“Gentlemen, will you take something?”

Col.  Sellers led the way to a saloon on Fourth street under the hotel, and the young gentlemen fell into the custom of the country.

“Not that,” said the Colonel to the bar-keeper, who shoved along the counter a bottle of apparently corn-whiskey, as if he had done it before on the same order; “not that,” with a wave of the hand.  “That Otard if you please.  Yes.  Never take an inferior liquor, gentlemen, not in the evening, in this climate.  There.  That’s the stuff.  My respects!”

The hospitable gentleman, having disposed of his liquor, remarking that it was not quite the thing—­“when a man has his own cellar to go to, he is apt to get a little fastidious about his liquors”—­called for cigars.  But the brand offered did not suit him; he motioned the box away, and asked for some particular Havana’s, those in separate wrappers.

“I always smoke this sort, gentlemen; they are a little more expensive, but you’ll learn, in this climate, that you’d better not economize on poor cigars”

Having imparted this valuable piece of information, the Colonel lighted the fragrant cigar with satisfaction, and then carelessly put his fingers into his right vest pocket.  That movement being without result, with a shade of disappointment on his face, he felt in his left vest pocket.  Not finding anything there, he looked up with a serious and annoyed air, anxiously slapped his right pantaloon’s pocket, and then his left, and exclaimed,

“By George, that’s annoying.  By George, that’s mortifying.  Never had anything of that kind happen to me before.  I’ve left my pocket-book.  Hold!  Here’s a bill, after all.  No, thunder, it’s a receipt.”

“Allow me,” said Philip, seeing how seriously the Colonel was annoyed, and taking out his purse.

The Colonel protested he couldn’t think of it, and muttered something to the barkeeper about “hanging it up,” but the vender of exhilaration made no sign, and Philip had the privilege of paying the costly shot; Col.  Sellers profusely apologizing and claiming the right “next time, next time.”

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