He was mapping out a career of benevolence, splendid, glittering, ostentatious--ruinous.
In a show case near the soda fountain his eye rested upon an object of striking beauty, a photograph album of scarlet plush with a silver clasp, and lest its purpose be misconstrued the word "Album" writ in purest silver across its front.

Negotiations resulting in its sale were brief.

The Merle twin was aghast, for the cost of this thing was a dollar and forty-nine cents.

Even the buyer trembled when he counted out the price in small silver and coppers.

But the result was a further uplift raising him beyond the loudest call of caution.