Oil wells in the woods . to go toa county house would kill me. But, my mother asked in surprise, will notyour oil royalty enable you to live comfortably? My oil royalty, she repeated. Why, Mrs.[993 OIL WELLS IN THE WOODS Payne, I have no oil royalty. I had to sell it; didntyou hear? Mother shook her head negatively. Well, after the Nelly was capped and put topumping, it produced a much smaller amount thanwas expected. Some of the men who were interestedwith Mr. Weatherbee refused to drill any more wellsunless they could own the property in fee, and actingon Mr. Weatherbees advice, I sold the r
Oil wells in the woods . to go toa county house would kill me. But, my mother asked in surprise, will notyour oil royalty enable you to live comfortably? My oil royalty, she repeated. Why, Mrs.[993 OIL WELLS IN THE WOODS Payne, I have no oil royalty. I had to sell it; didntyou hear? Mother shook her head negatively. Well, after the Nelly was capped and put topumping, it produced a much smaller amount thanwas expected. Some of the men who were interestedwith Mr. Weatherbee refused to drill any more wellsunless they could own the property in fee, and actingon Mr. Weatherbees advice, I sold the royalty forfive hundred dollars. He is a my mother caught herself, and paused, leaving the sentence unfinished. What? Mrs. Martin asked. Very smart man, she concluded. For a time neither spoke, but watched me as Ifolded and stacked my papers on the floor. Sometimes, Mrs. Martin said, I have thoughthe dealt unfairly with me; I hope I am wrong, butif he has some day he will fail, for dishonesty cannever prosper long. 1100]. §5 CHAPTER XIIPIT HOLE, THE CITY OF MAGIC WHEN young Goulds father left the stagecoach—for it was he who had assisted to alight—he walked directly to thehotel, where his son and Mr. Weatherbee awaitedhim. Mr. Weatherbee greeted him cordially, and led theway to his room. As soon as the door was closed theelder Gould began the conversation, endeavoring tomask his feelings by assuming a calm, quiet tone. Mr. Weatherbee/ he said, I hope you will notcompel me to proceed with this matter; you cannotimagine how distasteful it is to me, and I sincerelytrust we can adjust our little affair without the assist-ance of the courts. I have never figured in a legalsuit, and really do not care to begin now. Mr. Weatherbee bowed. Our feelings are mutualon this point, he said, for I, too, detest contention;and besides, Mr. Gould, your grievance against meis an imaginary one. An imaginary one! the younger man broke in,giving his lip a sarcastic curl; I consider it
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