"He has brought along a
thousand dollars for that purpose."
T-S started as if some one had struck him; and the official started
too. "WHAT?"
"He will pay a thousand dollars," declared Carpenter. "It is a fact,
and you may tell the people, if you wish."
"My Gawd, no!" cried T-S wildly.
But the official did not heed him. He faced the crowd and stretched
out his arms. "Boys! Boys! This is Mr. T-S, the picture producer,
and he's come to lunch with us, and he's going to pay a thousand
dollars for it!"
There was a moment of amazed silence, then a roar from the company.
Men leaped to their feet and yelled. And there stood poor T-S-not
enjoying the ovation!
"Give it to them," whispered Carpenter; and the magnate, thus held
up, took out the roll of bills, and turned it over to the trembling
official, who leaped onto a chair and waved the miracle before the
crowd. "A thousand dollars! A thousand dollars!" He counted it over
before their eyes and called, louder than ever, "A thousand
dollars!"
Carpenter, followed by T-S and the secretary and myself, went down
the line of tables, shaking hands with many on the way, and being
patted on the back by others.
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