The Winning of Barbara Worth
Excerpt: ...Mr. Worth," he said at last, rising to go. "When you are ready to consider the matter let me know. In the meantime"-he shrugged his ... Show synopsis Excerpt: ...Mr. Worth," he said at last, rising to go. "When you are ready to consider the matter let me know. In the meantime"-he shrugged his shoulders and smiled-"good night." Outside the store Greenfield paused irresolutely as one hesitates whose mind is too preoccupied to direct his steps. Then his eye caught the gleam of light from the printing office across the street next to the Company building. A moment later he greeted the young man who edited and published the Messenger. "You seem to be pretty well fixed here," offered Greenfield after the usual greetings. "Seems to me your prospects are mighty good for a young man. Your profits ought to be big if you can hold on and grow with the development of the country." "Yes sir, I feel that our chances are good. Kingston is growing rapidly and we are in on the ground floor." Greenfield looked at him sharply as he uttered the now familiar expression. "You have all the capital you need?" "We are doing very well so far." "I have been looking your paper over with some care," the president went on, "and I believe you have the right idea. A newspaper is a powerful factor in a great enterprise like this and of course I am anxious that everything that makes for the advancement of our project should succeed. I would be sorry to see you crippled in any way for lack of funds. If you are open to consider the matter I should be glad to take a good big interest with you and to undertake to back you handsomely." "I don't think my partner, who really furnished all the capital, would sell, sir." "Ah! Then you are not alone?" "No sir. Mr. Jefferson Worth practically owns the plant." The first thing that met Mr. Greenfield's eye as he stepped through the doorway on his return to the hotel was the broad back of Horace P. Blanton, who-carried away as usual by the importance of the occasion-was "orating" to a group of strangers. It should be said that, save when the Kingston citizens were in a certain mood, Horace "orated..".