the Dunderbunk affairs and propose ludicrous impossibilities.
“Just as you please,” Churm continued. “I name a competent man, a gentleman and fine fellow. I back him with all the cash he wants. But he must have his own way. Now take him, or leave him!”
Such despotic talk had never been heard before in that Directors’ Room. They relucted a moment. But they thought of their togas of advertisements in danger. The blank check shook its blandishments before their eyes.
“We take him,” they said, and Richard Wade was the new Superintendent unanimously.
“He shall be at Dunderbunk to take hold to-morrow morning,” said Churm, and went off to notify him.
Upon this. Consternation sailed out of the hearts of Brummage and associates.
They lunched with good appetites over the green table, and the President confidently remarked, —
“I don’t believe there is going to be much of a crisis, after all.”
