New-York tribune., 1912-02-04
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR FEBRUARY 4, 1912
ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD
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As One Arm Jake, at the behest Of Tom
Cuniff, selected the various articles, they
were passed over TO me, and my arms were
full. But was clever-aha clever! was
not to be caught inSolvent, and as eacn
thing became mine paid for it before | took
another | knew the moment must come
when nv wealth would be dissolved, when
its purchasing power would cease, when the
last nickel would have been tished up from
my pockets. And yet-and yet-though !
bought and bought and bought, the store OF
coins did not seem to diminish with aStonlSh-
ing speed. still found, as paid for jack
knife that cost the huge sum Of fifteen cents,
that had millions Of nickels and other CONS
left.
Tom Cuniff regarded me, loaded like
Santa Claus, with satisfied smile. Then he
said, "My goodness, Paulie, but you can't
carry all them things Don t you want me
to carry some o. them' The bat an the ball2
Course don't mind carryin them fer good
feller like youSc. An, say, if | carry some OF
'cm, will YOU lend 'cm 70 mc!'
"You-you can have EN- ALL exclaimed
in mad burst of generosity. Il got plenty
more money, amt |, Mr.. Jake Go on,
Tom, YOU keep EN-. Mr.. Jake, gimme an
other bat, an another ball, an another
another-al them things An kin | have a
dagger an five pieces o molaSses hunk:
Don't YOU like candy, Tom?"
Oh, YES, Tom liked candy, and, warming
up to my offer, he selected his favorite com
positions from the showcase, and stuffed
them into his pockets. Then we went out OF
the store again, and were met by the ex-
pcctant rabblc.
"Oh, lookit. Oh, Paulie, leave me try yer
bat2" 1t was grabbed from my arms, and
with it an impromptu game of three old cat
was going on in the middle Of the street be-
fore had time TO realize that | was robbed.
But Tom flew to the rescue and restored my
property to me, though not without some
little trouble.
"Comc on, Paulic, said Tom Cuniff.
"Lct's 90 somewhere an have good time.
"Whcrc," said |.
"Down the swamp whispered he.
| blanchcd. | had been taught TO dread
that place called the swamp as would dread
a fever haunted district. 1t was over behind
the factories, and the employees Of the
chocolate mills lived there 1t was a dis
reputable ncighborhood, the horror Of
mothers.
With the vision already forming in my
mind of an angry maternal parent awaiting
my tardv Homecoming declined to go with
Tom: whcrcupon, shouldering the bat had
lent" him, and tucking the ball into his
pocket, he said nonchalantly:
All right, then don't care, and left me.
stood deserted by my false friend.
DUT was not deserted for long. The rest
- Of my acquaintance, seeing that the
ogre had left me- now hockcd TO my side, and
| was Crcc more the center Of tawnlng
flock. | welcomed the return of those with
whom | was more familiar. In Toms COM
panv | had seemed like a lesser quantity;
but now the mastcrfuncSS of wealth came
back to me, and assumed the dictatorship
again.
However, when One Arm Jake'S was men,
toned, declined. Somehow, on my second
trip there, had imagined that | noticed a
suspicious look in that merchants eyes, and
it began TO dawn on me that perhaps he was
where | got all my money. |
would not take any chances. Furthermore,
had | not bought all the stock of his Store'
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