ou say goes."

Epstein smiled happily. The old comedian did not seem to have aged
very much in the five years. He declared he felt younger, in fact.
Between him and William there had grown a friendship strong and
complete. The lad trusted implicitly in the man: his gratitude to him
was unbounded, he evinced it by his attention to the lessons, still
continued, by every little thing he could do to show that the tuition,
so unselfishly given, was bearing good fruit. It was hard drilling
often: there were days and weeks when the heart of William was torn
with doubts and fears, but always when it seemed that he could not bear
the strain, he tackled his tasks once more with the determination his
friends had so often noted, and the difficulties would fly, the rocky
path become smooth, and the heart of William would rejoice in another
victory.

Whimple's business had attained quite respectable proportions now. He
was able to pay William a fairly good salary, and the lad was earning
it, for he had adopted as his motto one of Tommy Watson's proverbs:
"The man who earns what he gets is a dub; the fellow who always does
more than he's paid for gets to the winning post first." Whimple
himself, on the shrewd advice of his aunt, had bought and re-sold to
excellent advantage pieces of property in the rapidly developing
suburbs, and was beginning to be known as an expert on law in regard to
property. He had also, on the advice of his heart, and without
consulting any one but the lady herself, married Mrs. Stewart, and
William was almost as proud of his "boss" for doing that as he was of
his own ability to keep the books and do all the clerical work of the
office.

There was a new Watson too--you have guessed that, of course. A
one-year-old image of Tommy, who would have had half the doctors and
all the trained nurses in town at the newcomer's advent, if his friends
had not restrained him.

And Tommy, who, at the time of his marriage, had considered himself
fairly well able to meet all current demands on his purse, and even to
retire and live in reasonable comfort on what he had managed to put
away, got cold feet as soon as he realised that he was a father. The
first cry from Tommy junior brought the cold sweat to the brow of the
auctioneer, who was sitting in his home "den" awaiting news from his
wife's room. He stole softly downstairs and made his way to the
verandah, in the belief that some of the neighbour's children w