I've flung in every dollar I can rake and scrape
for margin and my stocking's about turned inside out. I got a tip
last week that I thought would land us all on our feet, but it
worked the other way." Something connected with the tip must have
stirred him for his face clouded as he rose to his feet,
exclaiming: "Have a drop, Jack?--that last one braced me up."
Again Jack shook his head, and again Garry settled himself back in
his chair.
"I am powerless, Garry," said Jack. "If I had the money you should
have it. I have nothing but my salary and I have drawn only a
little of that lately, so as to help out in starting the new work.
I thought I had something in an ore bank my father left me, but it
is valueless, I find. I suppose I could put some life in it if I
would work it along the lines Uncle Arthur wants me to, but I
can't and won't do that. Somehow, Garry, this stock business
follows me everywhere. It drove me out of Uncle Arthur's office
and house, although I never regretted that,--and now it hits you.
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