What I'll do," he explained, "is to get this option first of all, and then have some plans drawn, including a nice perspective view of the hotel--a water-color sketch, you know, showing the building fronting the lake--and upon that build a prospectus to get up the stock company.
I'll take stock for my control of the land and for my services in promotion.

Then I'll sell my stock and get out.

I ought to make the turn in two or three months and come out fifteen, or possibly twenty or twenty-five thousand dollars to the good.

It is a nice, big scheme." "Oh," she said blankly, "then you wouldn't actually build a hotel yourself ?" "Hardly," he returned.

"I'll be content to make the profit out of promoting it that I'd make in the first four or five years of running the place." "I see," she said musingly; "and you'd get this up just like you formed your Marsh Pulp Company, I think father called it, and of course you'd try to get--what is it ?--oh, yes; control." He smiled at her.
"I'd scarcely look for that in this deal," he explained.