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It. He’s already offered me sixty-two for it. I can get it for

“Yes, I think I would,” he replied, cautiously.

thirty-two. Will you let me have the money? I’ve got to run

“Would you pay me to-day?”

back and pay the auctioneer.”

“I’d give you my note for it. Where is the soap?” His father smiled. This was the most business-like attitude He was perplexed and somewhat astonished by this unex-he had seen his son manifest. He was so keen, so alert for a pected proposition on the part of his neighbor’s son. He knew boy of thirteen.

Mr. Cowperwood well—and Frank also.

“Why, Frank,” he said, going over to a drawer where some

“Will you take it if I bring it to you to-day?” bills were, “are you going to become a financier already? You’re

“Yes, I will,” he replied. “Are you going into the soap busi-sure you’re not going to lose on this? You know what you’re ness?”

doing, do you?”

“No. But I know where I can get some of that soap cheap.”

“You let me have the money, father, will you?” he pleaded.

He hurried out again and ran to his father’s bank. It was

“I’ll show you in a little bit. Just let me have it. You can after banking hours; but he knew how to get in, and he knew trust me.”

that his father would be glad to see him make thirty dollars.

He was like a young hound on the scent of game. His He only wanted to borrow the money for a day.

father could not resist his appeal.

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Dreiser

“Why, certainly, Frank,” he replied. “I’ll trust you.” And cents. In still another half-hour he was before the door of he counted out six five-dollar certificates of the Third the astonished Mr. Dalrymple whom he had come out and National’s own issue and two ones. “There you are.” look at the boxes before attempting to remove them. His Frank ran out of the building with a briefly spoken thanks plan was to have them carried on to his own home if the and returned to the auction room as fast as his legs would operation for any reason failed to go through. Though it was carry him. When he came in, sugar was being auctioned. He his first great venture, he was cool as glass.

made his way to the auctioneer’s clerk.

“Yes,” said Mr. Dalrymple, scratching his gray head reflec-

“I want to pay for that soap,” he suggested.

tively. “Yes, that’s the same soap. I’ll take it. I’ll be as good as

“Now?”

my word. Where’d you get it, Frank?”

“Yes. Will you give me a receipt?”

“At Bixom’s auction up here,” he replied, frankly and

“Yep.”

blandly.

“Do you deliver this?”

Mr. Dalrymple had the drayman bring in the soap; and

“No. No delivery. You have to take it away in twenty-four after some formality—because the agent in this case was a hours.”

boy—made out his note at thirty days and gave it to him.

That difficulty did not trouble him.

Frank thanked him and pocketed the note. He decided to

“All right,” he said, and pocketed his paper testimony of go back to his father’s bank and discount it, as he had seen purchase.

others doing, thereby paying his father back and getting his The auctioneer watched him as he went out. In half an own profit in ready money. It couldn’t be done ordinarily on hour he was back with a drayman—an idle levee-wharf any day after business hours; but his father would make an hanger-on who was waiting for a job.

exception in his case.

Frank had bargained with him to deliver the soap for sixty He hurried back, whistling; and his father glanced up smil-19

The Financier

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