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"The speculator looked blank at this. 'Oh! yes--my--now I'd
like--suppose,' but the words could not form themselves into
a perfect sentence.
"'I want the money very much,' said the other; 'I have some
payments to make to-morrow.'
"'Why, you don't want cash for it surely.'
"'Yes, but I do. You say you are worth $60,000,--surely $500
is but a trifle to pay; do let me have the cash on the nail,
if you please.'
"'Oh!--by--well--now--do tell--really, I have not got the
money at present.'
"'So you can't pay it, eh? A man worth $60,000, and can't
pay an old debt of $500?'
"'Oh! yes I can--I'll--I'll--just give you my note for it at
ninety days.'
"'The D--l you will! A man worth $60,000, and can't pay $500
for ninety days! what do you mean?'
"'Well now, my dear sir, I'm worth what I say. I can pay
you. There's my property,' spreading out half a dozen very
beautiful lithographs; 'but really I can't raise that amount
at present. Yesterday, I had to give three per cent a month
for $4,000 to save my whole fortune.


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