I couldn't start in a new country on less than ten thousand dollars." "That would make fifteen thousand dollars, in all." Mr.Bascomb finished his remark with a groan.
"Well, what are you howling about ?" demanded Evarts unfeelingly.

"You've got the money." "It will lower my holdings in the Melliston Company," complained Mr.
Bascomb bitterly "I'm not a rich man, and I haven't any too much stock in the company at the present moment." "You'd have to sell it all out, if I gave the directors a chance to find out that you're a jailbird---that you did time as a younger man," sneered Evarts.
"For goodness' sake hold your tongue, man!" gasped Mr.Bascomb in accents of terror.
"Just think," grinned Evarts heartlessly, "how delighted your directors would be to know that you had done time in prison." "Silence, man!" implored Bascomb.

"It wasn't altogether my fault, as you know.

And the governor of the state discovered that I wasn't as bad as the jury thought me.

It all came through trying to help a worthless friend.