The Clarion by Samuel Hopkins Adams
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proposition you wanted to buy into."
"I see some Security Power Products Company certificates. What is that?" "The local light, heat, and power corporation. It pays ten per cent. Certina never pays less than twenty. The rest is all good for six, at least and the Mid-and-Mud averages eight. You've got upwards of thirty-seven thousand income there, not counting your deposits. While you're looking about, deciding what you're going to do, it'll be your own money and nobody else's that you're spending." "Do you think many fathers would do this sort of thing, Dad?" said Hal warmly. "Any sensible one would. I don't want to own you, Boyee. I want you to own yourself. And to make yourself," he added slowly. "If I can make myself like you, Dad--" "Oh, I'm a good-enough piece of work, for my day and time," laughed the father. "But I want a fine finish on you. While you're looking around for your life-work, how about doing a little unpaid job for me?" "Anything," cried Hal. "Just try me." "Do you know what an Old Home Week is?" "Only what I read in to-day's paper announcing the preliminary committee." |
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