Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-04-07
CHAPTER XIII

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Little Henry Peters, who conducted a
fairly prosperous little tailor shop. ate
his breakfast i'm unusual elatlon and
glanced fondly at the morning paper from
! time to time. while equally smiling little
Mrs. Peters kept his plate filled with hot
corn cakes. and equally cheerful little
Jessie Peters poured hot coffee for him
"tf we did get a hired girl. she never
would make corn cakes like this" he de-
| clared as he debated whether he had
| room for more.
Mother would fret herself to death"
| laughed Jessie, whose iet-black hair and
soft-brown eyes and warmly tinted checks
made her particularly pleasant break
fast-table ornament ~ guess you're
just feeling rich this morning, father"
"Td ought to- he complaCcntly re-
turned. with another glance at the paper.
"Two thousand dollars worth of street
railway stock I hold this morning viii
be three thousand dollars worth tonight"
~ declare ! don't see why" puzzled
Mrs Peters sitting down to snatch bite
now that everybody else was supplied
81 don't understand why you get more
stock without more money just when the
Companys going to such a heavy expense
in building new track"
ITS the undivided surplus he told her
sagely BESIDES the per cent. dividends,
the company has made two hundred and
fifty thousand dollars profit. Would It be
fair to let new stockholders share in
that?"
"No" his wife admitted still looking
puzzled, nevertheless.
80 We old stockholders divide It among
us, in the shape of stock before we let
them in. then we start all over again" he
told her triumphing, as did hundreds of
other elate Henry Peterses that morning.
That's fine; but | don't see il yet. DO
you, Jessie?' and Mrs. Henry turned to
her daughted with contracted brows.
ITS some sort of high-finance ar
returned Jessie. picking up
the paper. I'm not quite sure that l un- |
derstand II, but It says here, quite dis |
tinctly, that President Marley promises Il |
share and a half of stock in the increased |
company for every old share now held, |
and Mr.. Marley knows just what he is
talking about
He's wonderful business man."
agreed her father with enthusiasm. FIT
teen years ago he didn't have cent more |
than we have, but look at him today"
And look at Molly Marley" supple |
mented Mrs. Peters Just the same age |
as our Jessie, and has maids and silk |
dresses and five sets of furs, and da-
monds, and everything she wants"
Pm a poor business man, Carrie and |
a trace of se!f-reproaCh came upon his |
usually compacent features. Marley |
and Sledge, and all these shrewd bust
ness men make their money make |
money"
1--WE get along nice enough" his wife
cpmforted him. I'VE have this home and |
your street car stock and money in the
bank, and every cent of it's honest.
That's more than Sledge can say"
at doesn't seem to worry him much"
laughed Jessie. "I was watching him
at Molly's party the other night. He
looked as happy and contented as If he
hadn't a thing on his conscience, and l
don't believe he has.
"Dlclly says he's a plain thief" con-
tirued Jessie, her face flushing slightly
at the remembrance of Dicky Reynolds,
and some of the remarks which that
jovial young gentleman had poured into
her pink ear.
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