e could marry one o' the Four Hundred if he wanted to,' I says.
'The other evening he was seen in the big red tourin'-car o' the
Van Alstynes. What do you think o' that?'
"Now that was true, but the chauffeur had been a college friend o'
Dan's, an' I didn't mention that.
"Lizzie had a dreamy smile in her face.
"'Why, it's wonderful!' says she. 'I didn't know he'd improved so.'
"'I hear that his mother is doing her own work,' says the Lady
Henshaw, with a forced smile.
"'Yes, think of it,' I says. 'The woman is earning her daily
bread--actually helpin' her husband. Did you ever hear o' such a
thing! I'll have to scratch 'em off my list. It's too uncommon.
It ain't respectable.'
"Her Ladyship began to suspect me an' retreated with her chin in
the air. She'd had enough.
"I thought that would do an' drew out o' the game. Lizzie looked
confident. She seemed to have something up her sleeve besides that
lovely arm o' hers.
"I went home, an' two days later Sam looked me up again. Then the
secret came out o' the bag. He'd heard that I had some money in
the savings-banks over at Bridgeport payin' me only three and a
half per cent., an' he wanted to borrow it an' pay me six per cent.
His generosity surprised me. It was not like Sam.
"'What's the matter with you?' I asked. 'Is it possible that your
profits have all gone into gasoline an' rubber an' silk an'
education an' hardwood finish an' human fat?'
"'Well, it costs so much to live,' he says, 'an' the wholesalers
have kept liftin' the prices on me. Now there's the meat
trust--their prices are up thirty-five per cent.'
"'Of course,' I says, 'the directors have to have their luxuries.
You taxed us for yer new house an' yer automobile an' yer
daughter's education, an' they're taxin' you for their steam-yachts
an' private cars an' racin' stables. You can't expect to do all
the taxin'. The wholesalers learnt about the profits that you an'
others like ye was makin', an' they concluded that they needed a
part of 'em. Of course they had to have their luxuries, an'
they're taxin' you--they couldn't afford to have 'em if they
didn't. Don't complain.'
"'I'll come out all right,' he says. 'I'm goin' to raise my whole
schedule fifteen per cent.'
"'The people won't stand it--they can't,' says I. 'You'll be
drownin' the miller. They'll leave you.'
"'It won't do 'em any good,' says he. 'Bill an' Eph will make
their prices agree with mine.'
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