The Wall Street Girl

The Wall Street Girl

Before beginning to read the interesting document in front of him, Jonas Barton, senior member of Barton & Saltonstall, paused to clean his glasses rather carefully, in order to gain sufficient time to study for a moment the tall, good-looking young man who waited indifferently on the other side of the desk. He had not seen his late clients son since the latter had entered collegea black-haired, black-eyed lad of seventeen, impulsive in manner and speech. The intervening four years had tempered him a good deal. Yet, the Pendleton characteristics were all therethe square jaw, the rather large, firm mouth, the thin nose, the keen eyes. They were all there, but each a trifle subdued: the square jaw not quite so square as the fathers, the mouth not quite so 2 large, the nose so sharp, or the eyes so keen. On the other hand, there was a certain fineness that the father had lacked. The son was lean, and his cigarettea dilettante variation of honest tobacco-smoking that had always been a source of irritation to his fatherdid not look at all out of place between his long, thin fingers; in fact, nothing else would have seemed quite suitable. Barton was also forced to admit to himself that the young man, in some miraculous way, managed to triumph over his rather curious choice of raiment, based presumably on current styles. In and of themselves the garments were not beautiful. From Bartons point of view, Dons straw hat was too large and too high in the crown. His black-and-white check suit was too conspicuous and cut close to the figure in too feminine a fashion. His lavender socks, which matched a lavender tie, went well enough with the light stick he carried; but, in Bartons opinion, a young man of twenty-two had no 3 business to carry a light stick. By no stretch of the imagination could one picture the elder Pendleton in such garb, even in his jauntiest days. And yet, as worn by Don, it seemed as if he could not very well have worn anything else. Even the mourning-band about his left arm, instead of adding a somber touch, afforded an effective bit of contrast. This, however, was no fault of his. That mourning has artistic possibilities is a happy fact that has brought gentle solace to many a widow. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 29654
Author: Bartlett, Frederick Orin
Release Date: Aug 10, 2009
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Illustrator: Wolfe, George Ellis