I'd rather have a little and have it safe." The men could not reason him out of his position, not even when Billy Monroe made fifteen hundred dollars on a Colorado mine which had cost him fifteen cents per share, and left the shop, and drove a fast horse in a Goddard buggy.
It was even reported that fifteen hundred was fifteen thousand, but Andrew was proof against this brilliant loadstar of success, though many of his mates followed it afar, just before the shares dropped below par.
Jim Tenny went with the rest.

"Tell you what 'tis, Andrew, old man," he said, clapping Andrew on the shoulder as they were going out of the shop one night, "you'd better go in too." "The savings-bank is good enough for me," said Andrew, with his gentle doggedness.
"You can buy a trotter," urged Jim.
"I never was much on trotters," replied Andrew.
"I ain't going to walk home many times more, you bet," Jim said to Eva when he got home, and then he bent back her tensely set face and kissed it.

Eva was crocheting hoods for fifteen cents apiece for a neighboring woman who was a padrone on a small scale, having taken a large order from a dealer for which she realized twenty cents apiece, and employed all the women in the neighborhood to do the work.
"Why not ?" said she.
"Oh," said Jim, gayly, "I've bought some of that 'Golden Hope' mining stock.

Billy Monroe has just made fifteen thousand on it, and I'll make as much in a week or two." "Oh, Jim, you 'ain't taken all the money out of the bank ?" "Don't you worry, old girl," replied Jim.

"I guess you'll find I can take care of you yet." But the stock went down, and Jim's little venture with it.
"Guess you were about right, old man," he said to Andrew.
Andrew was rather looked up to for his superior caution and sagacity.