'Why shouldn't I ?' thought pore Fred; and having saved 100 lb., he began a writin for shares--using, like an ickonominicle feller as he was, the Clubb paper to a prodigious igstent.

All the Railroad directors, his friends, helped him to shares--the allottments came tumbling in--he took the primmiums by fifties and hundreds a day.
His desk was cramd full of bank notes: his brane world with igsitement.
"He gave up going to the Temple, and might now be seen hall day about Capel Court.

He took no more hinterest in lor; but his whole talk was of railroad lines.

His desk at Mr.Bluebag's was filled full of prospectisises, and that legal gent wrote to Fred's uncle, to say he feared he was neglectin his bisniss.
"Alass! he WAS neglectin it, and all his sober and industerous habits.
He begann to give dinners, and thought nothin of partys to Greenwich or Richmond.

He didn't see his Hemily near so often: although the hawdacious and misguided young man might have done so much more heasily now than before: for now he kep a Broom! "But there's a tumminus to hevery Railway.