The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1920-02-26
CHAPTER VlI.-continued.

about Coward.
He remained silent for a few mo-
ments. He decided not to follow her
lead. He knew that If she had any
thing explicit to say about Coward
she would say 1t when she felt the
time to be opportune, and not until
then.
"How much did you invest?"
'Not much. Just what / had"
"You mean all your savings?"
"Why not? It's all right, isn't it?"
He had risen and was standing by
the window.
Its all right, isn't it," she repeat
ed.
I'm afraid it isn'tI" he said, at
length, in a restrained voice. "Im
afraid it isn't"
what do you mean?" she demand
ed.
Bert" he continued, "did IL ever
occur to you that this thing must have
an end-that we can't go on forever
lifting ourselves by our own boot
straps? We have built a city here,
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wizard might build it by magic over
night. There was room for it here /;
there was occasion; there was justifi-
cation. But there was neither occa-
sion nor justification for turning miles
and miles of prairie land into city lots
lots which in the nature of things
cannot possibly, in your time or mine,
be required for city purposes. These
lots should be producing; wheat, oats,
potatoes, cows, butter-that is what
we must build our city on. We have
been considering the effect rather than
the cause. The cause is the country,
the neglected country, and until ii
Overtakes the city we must stand still,
IL we do not go back. Our prosperity
has been built on borrowed money,
and we have forgotten that borrowed
money must some time be repaid"
"You mean that the boom is about
to burst?" she said.
mot exactly burst. 1t will not be
so sudden as that. 1t will just ooze
away like a toy balloon pricked with
a pin"
There was silence for some minutes.
When she spoke at length it was with
a tinge of bitterness. $50 you are
unloading"
"The firm is. 1 beg you, Bert, to
believe that if 1 had known your in
tention l would have tried to dissuade
you"
UyVI,1- mo rortio,,lor1yo nm onIv
one of the great public. Why don't
you give your conclusions to the
world? Now that you see the reaction
setting in doesn't honesty suggest
what your course should be-"
There was reproach in her voice,
Dave thought, rather than bitterness.
He spread out his hands. whats
the use? The harm is done. To pre-
dict collapse would be to precipitate
panic. 1t as though we were passen-
gers on a boat at sea. You and i
know the boat is sinking, but the
other passengers don't. They are
making merry with champagne and
mOtorcars-if you can accept that fig
ure-and revelry and easy money.
Why spoil their remaining few hours
by telling them they are headed for
the bottom?"
After a moment she placed her fin
gers on his arm. "Forgive me, Dave"
she said. 81 didn't mean 10 whine"
you didn't whine" he returned, al
most fiercely. "It's not you. You are
too good n sport. But there will be
lots of whining in the coming months"
Manlike, it did not occur to Dave that
In that moment the girl had hidden
goodby to her savings of a dozen
years and had merely looked up and
said, "Forgive me, Dave, 1 didn't
mean TO whine"
He glanced at his watch. "It's late
for a theater," he said, "but we can
ride. Which do you say-auto or
horseback"
II can't go horseback In these
clothes and don't want to change"
Dave pressed a button and the ON
nipresent Chinese "boy" stood before
him. my car" he said. "The two
passenger car. 1 shall not want
driver" Then, continuing to Miss
Morrison: you will need something
more than that coat. Let me see. Ny
smoking jacket should fit"
In few minutes they were thread
ing their way through the street traf-
fic in Dawes machine. Presently the
traffic thinned, and the car hummed
through long residential avenues of
comfortable homes. On and on they
sped, until the city streets and the
city lights fell behind and the car was
swinging along a fine country road
through a land marked with streams
and bridges and blocked out with fra
grant bluffs Of young poplars.
At last, after an hours steady driv-
ing In a delight of motion too keen for
conversation, they pulled up on the
brow Of a hill. Dave switched of his
lights, the better to appreciate the
majesty Of the night, and In the ST.
lence came the low murmur Of water.
There were no words. They sat and