The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-06-03
PHILLIPS FINANCIERING.
I. -X-
By WALTER LEON SAWYER.
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Hes all logged out, what?" said
Uncle Bishop, nodding toward the or
namental young man who had just
passed up the board walk.
Don't look as If he had to work
very hard" Grandfather Lane COM
mented, straining his eyes for final
survey of the tall hat and the gloves.
Abner Mitchell, the storekeeper,
sent a gleeful chuckle after the re-
treating figure.
"Philly's speciality is workin' what
he calls his BRAIN" the storekeeper
answered. He never went in for
the kinds o. labor that get ye all
dirty and het up. Likely you don't
know Philly as we'll as / do, bein's
you live over t the East End, But I've
kept an eye on him these seven years,
since he was twenty or thereabouts,
and I'm free to say that il he ever
does get muscle-bound, itll be round
the jaw.
He was full-grown and big as any
body when he was twenty, and
callate by that time he'd read more'n
grown persons share of these
newspaper yarns that tell how smart
men start out with lead nickel and
buy marble palaces and steam yachts
-or somethin' to that effect. Philly
figured that the whole trick was in
keepin' all your money in sight, and
keepin' it moving so fast that other
folks would be kind O. dazed, and
see double. OF course, If you had
two dollars, and people thought you
had four, you could trade four dol
lars worth. or maybe six, under
stand?
We'll, bout the time his twin,
that's Peter, started in easy and mod
est in the hen business, Philly got
q job clerkin' over at the country
town. / guess there was no great
margin betwixt his salary and his
board bill. What there was, he put
into clothes-and I'm finding no
fault with that, mind ye, for young
man in shop ought to look as if the
world was usin' him well. But he
didn't seem to get anything to branch
out on, as ye might say, till his Great
Uncle Butler died and left him and
Peter a hundred and fifty dollars
apiece.
sPeter knew what he wanted to do
with his, and he bought an incubator
and brooder and some fancy hens
ant some wire fencing. Philly didn't
have quite enough capital to carry
out his plans, so he borrowed fifty
dollars at cutthroat interest from old
Squire Lazenby-and then what you
s'pose he did with that two hundred?
He plunked it right into the bank
over there, jest SOS he could get a
check-book.
Mind ye, I'm not denying, nuth-
er, that a check-book's a good invest
ment, always allowin' you don't over
work 1t. Pay bill with your own
check, and the man that gets it hD
doesn't know how much you've got
In the bank, whether it's ten thou
sand dollars or seven dollars and a
half; and If you look pretty pros
perous, he's most likely to lean to-
wards ten thousand.
But until you get used to the
checkbook, sort O. bridle-wise, you're
likely to rare and jump and throw
yourself round amazin'. Just writin'
a few words on a piece of paper
doesn't seem, somehow, like handin'
out real money. And besides that, it
tickles ye to see how glad people
are to get them pieces of paper; and
since they're so easy to make, and
you feel SO rich while you're maxim
'em, you're likely to be generous
with EN-"
The storekeeper paused a moment,
gulped as II swallowing hard, and
scowled at the hitching-post across
the street. But he did not wish to
cherish such an unpleasant recollec-
tion as this evidently was, and a mo-
ment later he was once more en-
barked upon his tale:
We'll, folks that was placed so
they could keep posted tell me that
Philly never really got used to his
bank-account, for all he was so
neighborly with it. Bout as often
as Peter raised another chicken, they
say. Philly'd put out check. He
paid his board that way. He dished
'em out to people that wanted to
send money by mail and didn't want
to squander their substance on regis
tering the letters. Ask Philly to lend
ye dollar and he'd give ye a check
for it. Callate the clerks in the
bank had to hump themselves to
keep up with him-but their work
didn't put any money in Phillips
pockets.
Mind ye, Philly hadi t any bad
habitf and ~ far forth as his &C.
rcfhmodatin fher folks would lei
him, he tried 70 keep up that tyc
hundred he ST. s&ted out with. Every
sat'day noeAAe'd carry his seven