admitting Monty to the directory was brought up and discussed, but
it was left for Time to settle.

One of the directors was Col. Prentiss Drew, "the railroad
magnate" of the newspapers. He had shown a fondness for young Mr.
Brewster, and Monty had been a frequent visitor at his house.
Colonel Drew called him "my dear boy," and Monty called him "a
bully old chap," though not in his presence. But the existence of
Miss Barbara Drew may have had something to do with the feeling
between the two men.

As he left the directors' room, on the afternoon of the meeting,
Colonel Drew came up to Monty, who had notified the officers of
the bank that he was leaving.

"Ah, my dear boy," said the Colonel, shaking the young man's hand
warmly, "now you have a chance to show what you can do. You have a
fortune and, with judgment, you ought to be able to triple it. If
I can help you in any way, come and see me."

Monty thanked him.

"You'll be bored to death by the raft of people who have ways to
spend your money," continued the Colonel. "Don't listen to any of
them. Take your time. You'll have a new chance to make money every
day of your life, so go slowly. I'd have been rich years and years
ago if I'd had sense enough to run away from promoters. They'll
all try to get a whack at your money. Keep your eye open, Monty.
The rich young man is always a tempting morsel. "After a moment's
reflection, he added, "Won't you come out and dine with us to-