Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks by Horatio Alger
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which possesses one of the most productive mines in the world. It's
sure to yield fifty per cent. on the investment. Now, all you have to do is to sell out your Erie shares, and invest in our stock, and I'll insure you a fortune in three years. How many shares did you say you had?" "I didn't say, that I remember," said Dick. "Your offer is very kind and obligin', and as soon as I get time I'll see about it." "I hope you will," said the stranger. "Permit me to give you my card. 'Samuel Snap, No. -- Wall Street.' I shall be most happy to receive a call from you, and exhibit the maps of our mine. I should be glad to have you mention the matter also to your friends. I am confident you could do no greater service than to induce them to embark in our enterprise." "Very good," said Dick. Here the stranger left the table, and walked up to the desk to settle his bill. "You see what it is to be a man of fortun', Frank," said Dick, "and wear good clothes. I wonder what that chap'll say when he sees me blackin' boots to-morrow in the street?" "Perhaps you earn your money more honorably than he does, after all," said Frank. "Some of these mining companies are nothing but swindles, got up to cheat people out of their money." "He's welcome to all he gets out of me," said Dick. |
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