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partly from the pride which demanded that I 

 carry through the deal without his help, and 

 partly, I am ashamed to say, for fear he would 

 go into a business so much more promising than 

 his own. 



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Early in the morning I called on an old friend 

 who was a clerk in a Maiden Lane jewelry store. 



"Henry," said I, "how much money have you 

 got?" 



"How much do you want?" he replied, taking 

 from his pocket a roll of bills. 



"All you have, and I'll pay it all back to- 

 night." 



I nearly sank through the floor when I counted 

 the forty dollars he handed me, but I sped away 

 from the office. I abandoned the sidewalks for 

 the streets, where I could run at will, with one 

 hand always on that precious money. With the 

 forty dollars I took up eighty dollars of scrip, for 

 which Mr. Taylor gave me his check for forty- 

 eight dollars. He certified to my endorsement 

 on the check, and I quickly drew the money with 

 which I ran from store to store until I had paid 



