d he turned away from the meltingness of
her lovely face--"he's so pure, he's so straight, he's so gentle and so
brave, that I don't really think I can tell you what I think of him."

There was silence for a moment, then Jarrocks said gruffly:

"That's a clean-enough bill of health. Guess you can bring him into the
family, Cynthia."

Then he drummed with his thick, stubby fingers on the arm of his chair.

"The idea," he said at last, "is to turn five hundred dollars into a
fortune. You know I don't speculate."

"But you make it easy for other people?"

He nodded.

"If you'd come a year ago," he said, "I'd have sent you away. Just at
the present moment your proposition isn't the darn-fool thing it
sounds."

"I knew you'd agree with me," said Cynthia complacently. "I knew you'd
put me into something that was going 'way up."

Jarrocks snorted.

"Prices are at about the highest level they've ever struck and money was
never more expensive. I think we're going to see such a tumble in values
as was never seen before. It almost tempts me to come out of my shell
and take a flyer--if I lose your five hundred for you, you won't squeal,
Cynthia?"

"Of course not."

"Then I'll tell you what I think. There's nothing certain in this
business, but if ever there was a chance to turn five hundred dollars
into big money it's now. You've entered Wall Street, Cynthia, at what
looks to me like the psychological moment."

"That's a good omen," said Cynthia. "I believe we shall succeed. And I
leave everything to you."

Then she wrote him a check for all the money she had in the world. He
held it between his thumb and forefinger while the ink dried.

"By the way, Cynthia," he said, "do you want the account to stand in
your own name?"

She thought a moment, then laughed and told him to put it in the name of
G. G.'s mother. "But you must report to me how things go," she said.

Jarrocks called a clerk and gave him an order to sell something or
other. In three minutes the clerk reported that "it"--just some letter
of the alphabet--had been sold at such and such a price.

For another five minutes Jarrocks denied himself to all visitors. Then
he called for another report on the stock which he had just caused to be
sold. It was selling "off a half."

"Well, Cynthia," said Jarrocks, "you're fifty dollars richer than when
you came. Now I've got to tell you to go. I'll look out for your
interests as if they were my own."

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