I suppose the judge's boy has had his hand in your pocket?
He looks like a man who'd be free enough with another's purse." But North shook his head.
"No, no, I have only myself to blame," he said.
"What do you hear of his wife?
How's the marriage turning out ?" and he shot the young fellow a shrewd questioning glance.
"I know nothing about it," replied North, coloring slightly.
"She'll hardly be publishing to the world that she's married a drunken profligate--" This did not seem to North to call for an answer, and he attempted none.
He turned and moved toward the front of the store, followed by the old merchant.

At the door he paused.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr.McBride!" "It was no kindness, just a matter of business" said McBride hastily.
"I'm no philanthropist, John, but just a plain man of business who'll drive a close bargain if he can." "At any rate, I'm going to thank you," insisted North, smiling pleasantly.

"Good-by," and he extended his hand, which the old merchant took.
"Good-by, and good luck to you, John, and you might drop me a line now and then just to say how you get on." "I will.

Good-by!" "I know you'll succeed, John.

A bit of application, a bit of necessity to spur you on, and we'll be proud of you yet!" North laughed as he opened the door and stepped out; and Archibald McBride, looking through his dingy show-windows, watched him until he disappeared down the street; then he turned and reentered his office.
Meanwhile North hurried away with the remnant of his little fortune in his pocket.