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Tubal Cain

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1129    |    Released on: 19/11/2017

sidered the possibility of a partnership; it was as far from on

widow or orphan would come in with the foreclosure, and I would tear up the papers. Seriously, I wo

he merely purchased options on the timber. His holdings in the latter finally extended in a broad, irregular belt about the extended local industries of John Wooddrop. It would be impossible for the latter, when,

ources of supply: allied iron industries-the obvious recourse-and the railroads. The latter seemed precarious; everywhere people, and even print, were ridiculing the final usefulness of steam traffic; it was judged unfit fo

of an expert industrial engineer, and with credit sufficient for the completion of his present plans. He had been gone a month, but he appeared older by several years. Alexander Hulings had forced from reluctant sources, from men more wily, if less adamantine, than himself, what he de

horses, held by a negro, and watched the final courses of his new furnace. The furnace itself, a solid structure of unmasoned stone, rose above thirty feet, narrowed at the top almost to half th

the opening at the top of the furnace stack. Lower down, the curving artificial channel of the forebay swept to wh

to Harmony-the Hit or Miss. No casual title such as that would fit an enterprise of his. He thought of Tubal Cain, and then of Jim Claypole. He owed the latter something; and yet he wouldn't have another man's name.... Conr

ould be, built by Henry Bayard, the first man in the co

ulings cor

op's eyes w

surprising how generally properties have been newly bought in the county. I know, because lately I, too, have been reaching out. Practically

portance, his sense of accomplishment, of vindication, completely overwhelmed him. "And beyond, it is me!" he cried. "And back of that, again!" He made a wide, sweeping gesture

and patronize me. You did that yourself-you and your women. But it is over; I'm coming now, and John Woodd

at he had ever made; and it had an impotent, foolish ring in his ear, his deliberate brain. He instantly disowned all that part of him which

unced, "I concluded that you were unbala

f rain and foliage. Hulings was left with an aggravated discontent and bitterness toward

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“ALEXANDER HULINGS sat at the dingy, green-baize covered table, with one slight knee hung loosely over the other, and his tenuous fingers lightly gripping the time-polished wooden arms of a hickory chair. He was staring somberly, with an immobile, thin, dark countenance, at the white plaster wall before him. Close by his right shoulder a window opened on a tranquil street, where the vermilion maple buds were splitting; and beyond the window a door was ajar on a plank sidewalk.”
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