"If you can do as
much at nineteen, you have a bright future before you."
"That depends a little on circumstances. If I only could buy this
paper, I would try to win reputation as well as money."
"What is your difficulty?"
"The want of money."
"How much do you need?"
"Eight hundred dollars."
"Is that all the price such a paper commands?"
"No. The price is two thousand dollars; but Ferguson and I can raise
twelve hundred between us."
"Do you consider it good property?"
"Mr. Anderson made a comfortable living out of it, besides paying for
office work. We should have this advantage, that we should be our
own compositors."
"That would give you considerable to do, if you were editor also."
"I shouldn't mind," said Harry, "if I only had a paper of my own. I
think I should be willing to work night and day."
"What are your chances of raising the sum you need?"
"Very small. Ferguson has gone out at this moment to see if he can
find any one willing to lend; but we don't expect success."
"Why don't you apply to me?" asked the professor.
"I didn't know if you had the money to spare."
"I might conjure up some. Presto!--change!--you know. We professors
of magic can find money anywhere."
"But you need some to work with. I have been behind the scenes,"
said Harry, smiling.
"But you don't know all my secrets, for all that.
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