He'll not sacrifice his future to
vent his grudge against you, because he is a business man, Matt, and
he knows it's mighty poor business to bite off his nose to spite his
face. So you just come to work."
Matt Peasley beamed across at his future father-in-law.
"That was well done, sir," he said, "and I wish I had known you were
going to do it. I would have saved you the trouble, because, you see,
I never intended to go to work for you in this office anyhow."
"The devil you say!" Cappy interrupted. "Well, you just put some
reverse English on those intentions of yours, my boy. I know what's
good for you."
But Matt Peasley only shook his head.
"I can't do it, sir," he said. "While deeply appreciative of all you
want to do for me, the fact is, if I'm going to marry your
daughter--and I am--I'm not going to do it on your money and be
dependent upon you for a job. I'll be my own man, Mr. Ricks. I never
ask odds of any man, and I don't like to work for a relative."
"Damn your Yankee independence," snapped Cappy angrily. "Why do you
oppose me?"
"Because I'll not have anybody saying: 'There goes Matt Peasley. He
fell into a good thing. Yes, indeed! Used to be a common A. B. until
Alden P. Ricks' daughter fell in love with him--and of course after
that he went right up the line in the Blue Star Navigation Company.
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