It was not real charity; it was an advertisement--it was business.
"My dear friend Witherspoon," said Colton, mouthing his cigar--he did not smoke at home--"I am going to branch out more.

I'm going to make investments.

I see that it is safe, and I want you to help me." "All right; how much do you want to invest ?" "Oh, I can place my hand on a little money--just a little.

I've got some in stocks, but I've got a little by me." "How much ?" This frightened him.

"Oh, I don't know; really, I can't tell.