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“Well,” said Mr. Grey, when David had finished, “I don’t know your holding-out powers, Larkin, but you do certainly speak the truth without mincing.”

“That,” said David, “is a promise I have made to myself in admiration of and emulation of my friend. But I have had my little lesson, and I shall keep the other promises until I have made good.”

“And then?” Mr. Grey beamed.

“Then,” said David, “I shall smoke and I shall make love.”

“But no liquor.”

David laughed.

“I have a secret clause in my pledge,” said he; “it is not to touch liquor except on the personal invitation of my future father-in-law, whoever he may be.” But he had Dolly Tennant’s father in his mind, and the joke seemed good to him.

“Well,” said Mr. Grey, “I don’t know as I’d go into apple-growing. You haven’t got enough capital.”

“But,” said David, “I intend to begin at the bottom and work up.”

“When I was a youngster,” said Mr. Grey, “I began at the bottom of an apple tree and worked my way to the top. There I found a wasp’s nest. Then I fell and broke both arms. That was a lesson to me. Don’t go up for your pile, my boy. Go down. Go down into the beautiful earth, and take out the precious metals.”

“Good Heavens!” exclaimed David; “you’re the Mr. Grey of Denver.”

“I have a car hitched on to this train,” said the magnate; “I’d be very glad of your company at dinner–seven-thirty. It’s not every young man that I’d invite. But seeing that you’re under bond not to make love until you’ve made good, I can see no objection to introducing you to my granddaughter.”

“Grandpa,” said Miss Violet Grey, who was sixteen, spoiled, and exquisite, “make that poor boy stop off at Denver, and do something for him.”

“Since when,” said her grandfather, “have you been so down on apples, miss?”

“Oh,” said she with an approving shudder, “all good women fear them–like so much poison.”

“But,” said Mr. Grey (Mr. “Iron Grey,” some called him), “if I take this young fellow up, it won’t be to put him down in a drawing-room, but in a hole a thousand feet deep, or thereabouts.”

“And when he comes out,” said she, “I shall have returned from being finished in Europe.”

“Don’t know what there is so attractive about these young Eastern ne’er-do-weels,” said the old gentleman, “but this one has got a certain something….”

“It’s his inimitable truthfulness,” said she.

“Not to me,” said her grandfather, “so much as the way he says w instead of r and at the same time gives the impression of having the makings of a man in him….”

“Oh,” she said, “make him, grandpa, do!”

“And if I make him?” The old gentleman smiled provokingly.

“Why,” said she, “then I’ll break him.”

“Or,” said her grandfather, who was used to her sudden fancies and subsequent disenchantments, “or else you’ll shake him.”

Then he pulled her ears for her and sent her to bed.

In one matter David was, from the beginning of his new career, firmly resolved. He would in no case write Miss Tennant of his hopes and fears. If he was to be promoted she was not to hear of it until after the fact; and she should not be troubled with the sordid details of his savings-bank account. As to fears, very great at first, these dwindled, became atrophied, and were consumed in the fire of work from the moment when that work changed from a daily nuisance to a daily miracle, at once the exercise and the reward of intelligence. His work, really light at first, seemed stupendous to him because he did not understand it. As his understanding grew, he was given heavier work, and behold! it seemed more light. He discovered that great books had been written upon every phase of bringing forth metal from the great mother earth; and he snatched from long days of toil time for more toil, and burned his lamp into the night, so that he might add theory to practice.