I tossed it into a drawer, rather annoyed by the silliness of it all. It was the first evidence of weakness I had ever detected in this intelligent woman.
CHAPTER XVII
NO GOSPEL GAME
Elementary lessons in finance—What is a panic?—The snake begins to show signs of life—An injunction of the court—Inquiries—Ed Hostetter knows our man—How to deal with a political judge—Slocum objects—My will prevails—The injunction is dissolved
Sarah and I were sitting over our coffee one morning, six months after the Fair had closed its gates for the last time. Our second child, a little girl, was but a few weeks old, and this was the first morning that Sarah had breakfasted with me for some weeks. She had been glancing at the morning paper, and suddenly she looked up from it with wonder on her face.
"The Tenth National Bank has failed. Isn't that Mr. Cross's bank?"
I nodded.
"Will the Crosses lose all their money?"
"It's likely enough—what's left of it—all his and her folks', too."