"
"What sort of a fellow is he?"
"Oh, he's a sneak--one of your pious chaps, that 'wants to be an
angel, and with the angels stand.'"
"Then he's made a mistake in turning 'devil,'" said Clapp.
"Good for you!" said Luke, laughing. "You're unusually brilliant
to-night, Clapp."
"So he's a saint, is he?"
"He set up for one; but I don't like his style myself. He's as mean
as dirt. Why I knew him several months, and he never offered to
treat in all that time. He's as much afraid of spending a cent as if
it were a dollar."
"He won't have many dollars to spend just at present. He's working
for his board."
"Oh, he's got money saved up," said Luke. "Fellows like him hang on
to a cent when they get it. I once asked him to lend me a few
dollars, just for a day or two, but he wouldn't do it. I hate such
mean fellows."
"So do I. Will you have a cigar?"
"I'll treat this time," said Luke, who thought it polite to take his
turn in treating once to his companion's four or five times.
"Thank you. From what you say, I am sorry Anderson has taken the
fellow into the office."
"You needn't have much to say to him."
"I shan't trouble myself much about him. I didn't like his looks
when I first set eyes on him. I suppose old Mother Anderson will
like him. She couldn't abide my smoking, and he won't trouble her
that way.
Pages:
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28