. The Saturday evening post. to know men. I made my firstmoney as a timber wolf. In my time Ive—but I wont tell tales on myself. Againcame the cackling laughter. Whats the joke? Oh, its on me. I picked you for a fool. Well, you picked right. I thought so. However, I guess you know you wont get away withthis, Starbuck. Ill get away with all the Blauvelt Ihold. Yes, you will. I grant it. You turnedthat trick. The jokes on me. Ill standthe gaff. I wont even throw you into the way I lose. But—the eyesbegan to glitter—youre a young man,Starbuck, and Im not dead yet. We bothhave y
. The Saturday evening post. to know men. I made my firstmoney as a timber wolf. In my time Ive—but I wont tell tales on myself. Againcame the cackling laughter. Whats the joke? Oh, its on me. I picked you for a fool. Well, you picked right. I thought so. However, I guess you know you wont get away withthis, Starbuck. Ill get away with all the Blauvelt Ihold. Yes, you will. I grant it. You turnedthat trick. The jokes on me. Ill standthe gaff. I wont even throw you into the way I lose. But—the eyesbegan to glitter—youre a young man,Starbuck, and Im not dead yet. We bothhave yet a piece of the road to travel downhere in Wall Street. Youve made anenemy of a man worth a lot of millions andwho doesnt fight a piker game. Thats abad. enemy to have, Starbuck. Im warn-ing you. Starbuck stretched leisurely. Cullen, thats all right. Perfectlysquare and open. Only let me ask you onefavor—whenever you start anything, let itcome just before the Princeton or the Har-vard game. (Continued from Page 5). thrust it out at her. This isnt for me. Itsfor the other Mr. Benedict. Send it over tohim. Here he caught sight of Miss Ca-prons expression, and impulsively he calledhimself a brute. Her solicitude should prop-erly have touched him; there was no earthlyreason for her to suspect the source of hisirritation. His voice softened. By theway, Miss Capron, did you telephone to theCity Directory people yet? What did theysay? Miss Capron wasnt accustomed to beingsquelched, so that she answered with somepunctilio: Oh, yes; long ago. Why, theyre verysorry they made the mistake, of course, buttheres nothing they can do about it untilnext years directory is published. Humph! said Stephen. And heresanother—wait a minute—no, this is histoo. He leaned back in his chair and regardedthe document with great interest. It wasa stockbrokers statement. Whats thatother thing, Miss Capron? Just a receipted bill. From a jeweler. Let me have it back. Thank you. Wellput them both
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