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Okochee rose, as it were, from its sunny seat on the post-office
stoop, hitched up its suspender, and threw a granite dam two hundred
and forty feet long and sixty feet high across the Cooloosa one mile
above the town. Thereupon, a dimpling, sparkling lake backed up
twenty miles among the little mountains. Thus in the great game of
municipal rivalry did Okochee match that famous drawing card, the
Hudson. It was conceded that nowhere could the Palisades be judged
superior in the way of scenery and grandeur. Following the picture
card was played the ace of commercial importance. Fourteen thousand
horsepower would this dam furnish. Cotton mills, factories, and
manufacturing plants would rise up as the green corn after a shower.
The spindle and the flywheel and turbine would sing the shrewd glory
of Okochee. Along the picturesque heights above the lake would rise
in beauty the costly villas and the splendid summer residences of
capital. The naphtha launch of the millionaire would spit among
the romantic coves; the verdured hills would take formal shapes of
terrace, lawn, and park. Money would be spent like water in Okochee,
and water would be turned into money.
The fate of the good town is quickly told. Capital decided not to
invest. Of all the great things promised, the scenery alone came to
fulfilment. The wooded peaks, the impressive promontories of solemn
granite, the beautiful green slants of bank and ravine did all they
could to reconcile Okochee to the delinquency of miserly gold. The
sunsets gilded the dreamy draws and coves with a minting that should
charm away heart-burning. Okochee, true to the instinct of its blood
and clime, was lulled by the spell. It climbed out of the arena,
loosed its suspender, sat down again on the post-office stoop, and
took a chew. It consoled itself by drawling sarcasms at the city
council which was not to blame, causing the fathers, as has been
said, to seek back streets and figure perspiringly on the sinking
fund and the appropriation for interest due.
The youth of Okochee--they who were to carry into the rosy future the
burden of the debt--accepted failure with youth's uncalculating joy.
For, here was sport, aquatic and nautical, added to the meagre round
of life's pleasures. In yachting caps and flowing neckties they
pervaded the lake to its limits. Girls wore silk waists embroidered
with anchors in blue and pink. The trousers of the young men widened
at the bottom, and their hands were proudly calloused by the oft-plied
oar. Fishermen were under the spell of a deep and tolerant
Jjoy.
Sailboats and rowboats furrowed the lenient waves, popcorn and ice-cream
booths sprang up about the little wooden pier. Two small
excursion steamboats were built, and plied the delectable waters.
Okochee philosophically gave up the hope of eating turtle soup with
a gold spoon, and settled back, not ill content, to its regular diet
of lotus and fried hominy. And out of this slow wreck of great
expectations rose up J. Pinkney Bloom with his "wad" and his
prosperous, cheery smile.
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