Raymond S. Spears

“ They reflected the lamplight, and seemed to shine with a glow of their own. He studied them and admired them with all his heart. He hardly dared touch them with his fingers, because his fingers were rough and might mar their polished beauty. ”

“ Andrest shook his head. "That's more than it's worth to have me go away. I'll go when I get ready, Mr. Clinchell, but I'll stay till I get ready to go. I wouldn't go for twice what you say; you haven't money enough to buy me thataway. I'm a shanty-boater, but I have some self-respect, and it isn't for sale. No, sir!"
Clinchell sat dazed for a minute. He glanced back and forth in the little shanty-boat cabin. It was a poor, poverty-stricken little den. Any man who lived in such a place ought to be willing to sell his soul for a hundred dollars or so. ”

“ It's just he don't know you. Daddy's a good old man, and don't you go being mean! Promise me you won't be mean, Lun!"
"Course I won't," he promised.
Sue Belle mounted the mule, to ride across the open to the plantation. Andrest returned into the big timber and headed for home again. On the way he stumbled upon a flock of wild turkeys, from which he shot down a young gobbler.
It was early when he arrived at the boat, and after dressing out the bird, ready to fry for supper, he paddled up the river in his canoe, trying to think his way through the maze that confronted him. ”

“ You never know when you are going to find some little thing that 'll make you rich."
"I'm obliged to you, sir," Andrest exclaimed earnestly. "I sure want to know about money. Course, a hundred dollars can work same as a thousand dollars or a million—just as a little man can work same as a big one, only not so much."
"But some little men work ten times as much as some big ones," the cashier reminded him.
"Yes, sir! I'll think about that, too."
On his way up to the shanty-boat Andrest stopped at intervals to read the papers and pamphlets that Urgone had given him. ”

“ A man has to have education to know about money working—"
"There are men who have never learned to read or write who know how to make money work," the cashier interrupted. "There are all kinds of education, and money education is one of them. There's not much to it if you just get down to the principles; but some don't seem ever to learn. There are rich men that don't know anything but trading mules. ”

“ That amount was written into the new bank-book under the original entry of five hundred dollars.
"You've made a fine start for a young man," the cashier told Lunmer. "Now what you will want to do is to invest it—not all of it, but a good part of it, say two thousand dollars. That will leave you more than three hundred in the bank."
Urgone gave Andrest a handful of circulars and documents relating to money, investments, and markets where stocks and bonds are sold. It was interesting to the cashier to see the sudden enlightenment of the money-hoarder. ”