That's what your father did before you; went round paying
everybody's debts; never could teach him anything; died poor, just
as I told him he would."
Jack had to hold on to his chair to keep his mouth closed. His
father's memory was dangerous ground for any man to tread on--even
his father's brother; but the stake for which he was playing was
too great to be risked by his own anger.
"No, Jack," Breen continued, gathering up a mass of letters and
jamming them into a pigeon-hole in front of him, as if the whole
matter was set forth in their pages and he was through with it
forever. "No--I guess I'll pass on that ten thousand-dollar loan.
I am sorry, but A. B. & Co, haven't any shekels for that kind of
tommy-rot. As to your helping Minott, what I've got to say to you
is just this: let the other fellow walk--the fellow Garry owes
money to--but don't you butt in. They'll only laugh at you. Now
you will have to excuse me--the market's kiting, and I've got to
watch it. Give my love to Ruth. Your aunt and I will be out on the
noon train for the funeral.
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