They're pretty gilt-edged, I fancy, though I've never
studied the question of stocks. My little gold-mine isn't in the same
class with yours, but it's as solid as a rock, and no fevers and
insects attached to it, either."
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And now the gold-mine had proved of less than rock-like solidity. The
most gilt-edged of all the stocks had failed. The capitalist had become
in one brief day the struggling artist.
Hank's proposal seemed a good deal less fantastic now to Kirk as he
prepared for his second onslaught, the grand attack, on the stronghold
of those who bought art with gold.
Chapter XII
A Climax
One afternoon, about two weeks later, Kirk, returning to the studio
from an unprofitable raid into the region of the dealers, found on the
table a card bearing the name of Mrs. Robert Wilbur. This had been
crossed out, and beneath it, in a straggly hand, the name Miss Wilbur
had been written.
The phenomenon of a caller at the cell of the two hermits was so
strange that he awaited Ruth's arrival with more than his customary
impatience. She would be able to identify the visitor. George Pennicut,
questioned on the point, had no information of any value to impart. A
very pretty young lady she was, said George, with what you might call a
lively manner. She had seemed disappointed at finding nobody at home.
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