The Spenders - A Tale of the Third Generation by Harry Leon Wilson
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ways, but that's done fur. Now the folks out in this part of the
country have come to expect it from a man like him. They don't mind so much. But them New York folks--well, I thought mebbe you'd like to take a clean bill of health when you settle in that centre of culture and enlightenment,--and remember your ma and Pish." "Of course the exposure would mean a lot of cheap notoriety--" "Well, and not so all-fired cheap at that, even if we beat. I've heard that lawyers are threatenin' to stop this thing of workin' entirely fur their health. There's that to weigh up." "But I hate to be done." "Well, wouldn't you be worse done if you let a matter of money, when you're reekin' with it, keep you from protectin' your pa's name? Do you want folks to snicker when they read that 'lovin' husband and father' business on his gravestone? My! I guess that young woman and her folks we met the other day'd be tickled to death to think they knew you after they'd read one of them Sunday newspaper stories with pictures of us all, and an extry fine one of the millionaire's dupe, basely enticed from her poor but honest millinery business in Spokane." Percival shuddered. "Well, let's see what Coplen has to say in the morning. If it can be settled within reason I suppose we better give up." "That's my view now, and the estate bein' left as simply as it was, we can make in the payments unbeknownst to the folks." |
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